Texty: Morrissey. Swords. The Never-Played Symphonies.

Reflecting from my death bed
I'm balancing life's riches
Against the ditches
And the flat grays in between
All I can see are the never laid
That's the never played symphonies

I can't see those who tried to love me
Or those who felt they understood me
And I can't see those who
Very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never laid
Of the never played symphonies

You were one, you meant to be one
And you jumped into my face
And laughed and kissed me on the cheek
And then were gone forever, not quite

Black sky in the daytime
And I don't much mind dying
When there is nothing left
To care for anymore
Just the never laid
The never played symphonies

You were one, you knew you were one
And you slid right through my fingers
No, not literally but metaphorically
And now you're all I see as the light fades