Pains her to walk
Pains you to watch
You were out to eat
She'd die within the week

Come to terms with God this life
Come to terms while he takes your wife

And live like a phantom
Cuz it's love in the ruins
No audience laughing
Cuz it's love with such illusions:
"I'm not I.
An abstracted mind,
an object cursed to live its life."

If I write down the words "Surprised by Grief"
would it seem that way to you?
N. W. Clerk lost his H in July of 1960
It doesn't make any sense for a man to pretend
(that) he gets well in the end
So when we finally go
when we're in the ground
we'll have none of these concerns

So live like a phantom
Cuz it's love in the ruins
No audience laughing
Cuz it's love with such illusions:
"I'm not I.
An abstracted mind,
an object cursed to live its life."