Death, loving, in my life, nothingnI will leave behind, time is runningnI will stay behind, now you're my woman,nAnd we'll both dienSo we'll have to change our mindsnFrom the streets to the starsnTo the fields from the barsnMy love is a picture out the corner of my eyenyour death is a number but I cannae count that high nnNow you can see in my eyes everythingnI've ever done and who I've ever beennYou don't need to hear the words out loudnYou are my darlin'nnVery unusual things, have a habit of happeningnNo one's safe from statistics or sure thingsnnI can hear my blood howling in my skinnI cant hide feelings the walls are much too thinnYou'll never find me comfy in a crowdnMy hands are starvingnnVery unusual things, have a habit of happeningnNo one's safe from statistics or sure thingsnVery amazing things, have a habit of bypassingnYou can make things happen if you jinx themnnToday's as black as the white Scottish skynThe burning grey as the clocks struggle bynCrude oil in my veins and coal in my lungsnI cant stretch my necknnDeath, loving, in my life, nothingnI will leave behind, time is runningnI will stay behind, now you're my woman,nAnd we'll both dienSo we'll have to change our mindsnFrom the streets to the starsnTo the fields from the barsnMy love is a picture out the corner of my eyenyour death is a number but I cannae count that high