Break some bread,
The night's been blessed,
With a neverendingness,
But none the less,
End come too soon
Sweet concubine,
The night's divine,
In a never ending line of lovers,
End come too soon

On the cusp,
The both of us,
Without any maybe's but must's,
That carry us,
To the end too soon
Ink begins to blot,
My eyes are blood shot,
They've seen things they wish they had not,
But it won't stop,
The end coming too soon

Whose butter fingers read me like Braille?
Whose dirty mouth would have made Mary hail?
Whose wholesome heart had bore down on me?
Who ushers dreamers into such harems?
Whose skin looked waxen in the failing light?
Who down right danced me like a sailing kite?

End come too soon
Come come too soon
End come too soon
End come too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
End comes too soon
Too soon, too soon
It's too soon, it's too soon
It's too soon, it's too soon
It's too soon, it's too soon
It's too soon, it's too soon
The end it comes too son
Too soon, too soon
Too soon,
The end come too soon