• If the very last thing I saw before I'd die
    Were you dying, too, lying at my side
    I don't think I'd mind, I'd just close my eyes and
    Let it come, let it come, let it come
    And let go

    If the very last words I would ever hear
    Were spoken out of love meant for my own ears
    I'd lay my head down on the ground and
    Listen hard, listen hard, listen hard
    And sleep sound

    If the very last scent I'd catch before my death
    Were that of bazil, rose, lilac and baby's breath
    I'd pray for slower death and
    Take it in, let it out, take it in
    And cease breath

    If the very last touch these hands would ever sieze
    Were your warm and guiding hands, beckoning release
    Who am I to freeze? I'd rise to my feet and
    Take your hand, take your hand, take your hand
    And follow through

    This, the last thing
    I would ever do