Skeletons in Waiting

Is life basically lovely?
Or really just short, brutal and ugly?
I've had it great to date and if I'm lucky
I'll avoid all the shit ‘til there’s six foot of it dug above me

Is love able to save us?
When beauty has gone and flesh has betrayed us?
My love, will you still be mine when I’m falling?
Will I still be yours when death comes calling?

How thin is the ice upon which we’re skating
So don't be surprised to realise that it may be breaking
We’re just skeletons in waiting
So givе more then you get and еnjoy the rest til it’s taken

How thin is the ice upon which we’re skating
So don't be surprised to realise that it may be breaking
We’re just skeletons in waiting
So give more then you get and enjoy the rest til it’s taken