We were born under a matching sky of stars
Complementing constellations
I was drawn like perfect clockwork toward your heart
Taken by your incantations
Now the ocean tide is brimming at the wall
Who knows when it will run over
Back to water and salt we're destined to dissolve
A eulogy in motion
It's age old
It's age old
It's age old
It's age old
Your everyday homily
Conceals a fragile secret
I am sanity trying to lose my mind
You're insanity trying to keep it
Yet the sickest, most fickle, and dastardly crime
Is the slow unending marching of time
It's funeral foreplay season again
It's always been funeral foreplay
It's age old
It's age old
It's age old
It's age old