by the time you read these words I will be gonenand I don't know if I'll be backnso before you asknjust remembernthat we've been here beforennI see through windows in the rainnthrough all the language left behindnand I watch you drink ninvisible inknso I won't knownwhen you swallow your wordsnnI won't be there nto watch it all unravelnto watch the union come undonennthe end could come at any timenwith harvest hands and tv eyesnand the scientistsnknow the way it isnand we all knownand we follow them downnnI hear you talking like a trainnon concepts you can't quite explainnlike a dictaphonenset especially slownand I don't have the heartnto tell you what a fool you arennI won't be therento watch it all unravel nto watch the union come undonennby the time you hear this tape I will be gonenand I won't be backnso don't even askncause we all knownand we follownwith our eyes on the skynand our hands in the snow