he stands with his head in his handsnin the corridor in a and enhe couldn't resucitate hernand now he'll go home to his wife for teannwe sing as the sky falls downnwe sing as the sky collapsesnand make what we can of thisnit's okay, we're all going to end up dead and gonennhe crawls into her aortanto pull him out of his reverienand mentally puts her back togethernwith sticks and glue until she breathesnnhe crawls like a rat inside her spinenit's a passage to another worldnhe pulls on a coat of new born skinnand sends a secret message to that girlnnpositions himself in spacenand looks down on such slight a thingnswears he'll make what he can of thisnbecause one day out there we will all be deadnnso leave your imprint uponnall the atoms you press againstnall the people you press againstnbecause one day out there we will all benleave your imprint uponnevery month that you press againstnevery world that you press againstnit's okay because one day we will be deadnnall the little lights.nn