A brief smile passed in the darkness
A soft kiss passed in the night
If there was one thing I could do
I’d pack up and take flight

A brief conversation of lies
A soft bed to rest my head
I wonder in quiet desperation
What will be in the end

And are you crying?
Are you lying?
Are you dying?
In the night

Briefly passing in the darkness
Two lost souls in the night
Is there anything that I can do
To prepare for this last flight

One brief moment in time
A second that’s already past
Still in quiet desperation
I lie down to breathe my last

And would you cry?
Would you lie?
When I die
In the night

In quiet desperation
 . . .
Free at last