Death walks by, an inch from your face Then it's gone Life arrives, smarts at the taste Then it sobs Money talks, with that accent you hate Then it snorts Here comes God, he is just as you thought He is old And the future lies still and quiet Underneath the bed at night Postcards of the past that you owned Now are mine A ship sinks and all the shit that was in it Floats by (bye) I know you'd be useless And that you'd be used To watch from the mast and consider Is all that I do And the future lies still and quiet Underneath the bed at night I know the hearts you'll break And the mistakes you'll make Still the future lies still and quiet Underneath the bed at night...