Patience our time's coming to the end
Roll back our eyes to the back of our heads
Trays of food and TV sets
No drunken kisses or cigarettes
Just useless teeth and medicines
As our hearts cry out for visiting friends
But muted at last we'll breathe and sigh
Moaning attempts to speak up and say goodbye
With rubbery skin and sightless eyes
Our arthritic hands will reach up into the sky
But patience our time's coming to the end
Roll back our eyes to the back of our heads
Sexless, how embarrassing
That our hearts and tongues work only in dreams
Lovers lost and jealousy
All fading thoughts as we go to sleep
With watery eyes and raspy breath
All speechless acts of our love from a heaving chest
We all come undone and make a mess
Falling apart more and more until there's nothing left
The dumb and celibate blinking of our eyes
Blinks on and on till it dies