Art Of Dying (Session Outtakes And Jams / Take 1)

One, two, three, four
Oh, actually, there should be a thing
On the beginning which I forgot all about
Just wingo, just one, two, three, bop
Dun-dun, you know, just uh, one beat
You know what I mean?
One, two, three, four
Yeah, that's it, that's it
Okay, here we go
One, two
One, two

There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Where nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can equal or surpass the art of dying

Do you believe me?

There'll comе a time when all your hopes arе fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
Until you realize the art of dying

Are you still with me?

But if you want it
Then you must find it
But if you have it
There'll be no need for it

There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect cup of tea
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the art of dying

Are you still with me?
Do you believe it?