He looks out the window and he is amazednThe road stretches farther than it did beforenShe makes her bed, she makes delaynHerself, her down, her clothes, the doornnHe stumbles barrel-chested forward, blindnThe small animal knows only 'Go'nShe wants so much to lose her mindnBut that chance passed her long agonnAnd fall is not deathnAbsence is sweetnYour heart wants a facenLike the leaves want your feetnFall is not deathnA brick wall is lovenLie on top of each othernBut it's not enoughnnBehind her, they are kissing, loud and youngnShe struggles not to turn to looknTo increase herself from only onenOne standing at one bus stopnnAnd sure, it is a strange, sad placenYou see it as you ride the busnHer eyes are painted on her facenTo look to himnTo look to usnnAnd fall is not deathnTo live is impurenThings are more beautifulnWhen they're obscurenTo fall is not deathnTo know is not menThings are more beautifulnWhen they're hard to seen(Hard to see, hard to see, hard to see)nnAnd the stars are more stars than they usually arenHey, there's a fire in that well-lit treenHe can look forward to driving for hoursnThey're asleep in the back seatnAnd the head-on disaster they passed on the roadnWhat once were trains, now metal, now deathnThe cars move slow, slow like bloodnAnd the beauty has her hold her breathnnAnd fall is not deathnAbsence is sweetnYour heart wants a facenLike the leaves want your feetnFall is not deathnA brick wall is lovenLie on top of each othernBut it's not enoughnOh, to fall is not deathnTo live is impurenThings are more beautifulnWhen they're obscurenOh, to fall is not deathnTo know is not menThings are more beautifulnWhen they're hard to see