Who am I, to reason why, there’s no point to all the sorrow,
Ticking faster, the clock unwinds, and the world is near zero.

Wish I didn’t have to sleep, too many demons haunting me,
Fear of dying slowly creeps, the poison of eternity.
If we can’t hold or touch or breathe, the very things we need to live,
Then sweet spirit comfort me, help me to enter infinity.

When it’s time, don’t you cry,
Think of me sometimes, and I won’t die.

Can’t imagine never seeing, never being, close to you,
Couldn’t face the thought of darkness,
Without your love to help me through.

When it’s time, comfort me,
As I take up my place in the sea, of Infinity.

When the man is still, and he breathes no more,
His soul will shine much brighter than it did before,
Midnight children, with wings of fire,
Wait to guide you, so don’t you cry.

When it’s time, don’t you cry,
Think of me some times and I won’t die,
When it’s time, comfort me,
As I take up my place in infinity.

(Mollo/Martin)