One day, love, all this will be yours.
I just hope it's enough,
when we have gone to wherever we're going,
when we have gone and left you listening to dead orchestras.

We tried hard to make beautiful things.
I hope we made more than just stuff.
When we have gone I hope that there's something
in all this junk that you find some life in.
Dead orchestras.

Will you forgive our numerous failures
and the fact that these songs were mostly about ourselves?
'Cause we really did love you
Keep a brave face darling,
we'll sing you to sleep if you want us to, or we'll try to, from wherever we are.