Love and death in the afternoon

In my time on earth
I was a boy
In my time on earth
I was somebody's son

In my time on earth
I said too much
But not nearly
Not nearly enough

Will we recall the table set
The water warm
A bed unmade in a single room?
Will we recall
If nothing else at all in that single room
In that hired room?

Love and death in the afternoon

In my time as your lover
I told you the truth
And in my time as this saint
I grew some wings as proof

In my time on earth i knew enough
That is far too much
That is far too much

I came home early and found you talking to god.