one.

It's one oclock in New York city
One million hours in my mind
One mile left to go

Rushing we never stopped to check
How far we had already gone
To levels of complexity
Levels in which my understanding falters

One chance is all we had
Neither torn nor rebreathed
One day left before we both leave
Me this world
And you this house

It's one oclock in New York city
This is the last time we will love
This is the end of us
And the begining of them

One wing left on my body
One tear left in my eye
One minute left of my life

Laying beside you the clock strikes two
Your skin
The last thing I feel
As, like ashes, I flow