1981 (Or waving at you as we part at light speed will look like i'm standing still)

All of the hidden instruments from before i was born keep sending
Miles of discreet transmission to shake me back and forth
And oh the part in my hair like Rimbaud before he ran off
And traded his love for a life of being cold
Oh one day, the few pictures taken will spoil
And for all those that come later my face and the past will all be brown
But between you and me
I'll be singing through my teeth
And smiling as i go
And the words may all be wrong
But i'll still sing every song
My last breaths will lay low
Whispering how much i love you seems like far off coastal lights
And all the jealous one's i could gather wouldn't stretch these tall sails tight
But oh, this nursery for lost jealous sons
Sings in a low and continuous refrain of joy i'll never know
Than just like the shape and tremble from throats as before
The promise that's past but the anticipation of seven thousand mornings
But between you and me
I'll be singing through my teeth
And smiling as i go
And the words may all be wrong
But i will still sing every song
My last breaths will lay low
On that last day when i dissipate all the angels will rejoice
Pressing their wings together to sing in heaven's perfect voice
And role imagined and real and unknown
The song like the pulse an electron chain from the center of the sun
The rim and the role of the space that the massive once hold
All one day will wear out and collapse and eventually explode
But between you and me
I'll be singing through my teeth
And smiling as i go
And the words may all be wrong
But i will still sing every song
My last breath will lay low