You may tire of me as our December sun is setting
'Cause I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes
These wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for
Both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
Love of mine some day you will die,
But I'll be close behind.
I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white;
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:
If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black,
And I held my tongue as she told me,
"Son, fear is the heart of love."
So I never went back.
If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:
If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
You and me have seen everything to see;
From Bangkok to Calgary.
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down;
The time for sleep is now.
It's nothing to cry about,
'Cause we'll hold each other soon.
In the blackest of rooms.
If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:
If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
Then I'll follow you into the dark.