If I lose my breath by the morning, please carry the tune Of the dying song I used to sing in the throes of June Don't tell me that I'm being morbid. I know it will be soon 'Cause I could feel my lungs - they were failing at that beautiful view The sun disappeared behind that tree line, and you promised it would rise Now I'm not saying you were lying, but I don't think you were right If I never really become anybody At least when you see that I'm just a lifeless body Maybe eternity will mean something new