Beating a silent groove
In a cold cold room
Knowing this is an end
I Beg your pardon
Preparing for a short stay
A bag on my shoulders
Walking down the summer street
I beg your pardon
Your time is not
Yet to come
Your time is not yet to come
Waiting for my turn
Asking questions away
To busy nurses and doctors
I beg your pardon
Your time is not
Yet to come
Your time is not yet to come
Now you won’t be there for long
Sweet beating heart inside
Your time is not yet to come
Sweet beating heart inside
I beg your pardon
Beating this silent groove
In a cold cold room
Knowing this is an end
I Beg your pardon