It's nothing simply stated, but there's something not quite right
As we walk among the living trying to stay out of sight
For you and I are not exactly living as they are
Though we breathe and eat and fear and run afar
You and I, our days are numbered, in the battle-scores they're read
And each mission that we go on brings us nearer to the dead
And my heart beats oh so harshly when I fear that you might die
But my soul it pains me so much more to think it might be I
It is not that I fear dying, for I've danced with Death before
And she's just as fair a maiden as the rest that I adore
But I cannot leave my partner to an empty aching mind
No I can't enter forever if it means you're lost behind.
And I guess that means I cannot stay to risk my very life
But I can't exactly marry you - I'd make an awful wife
And if I took the Big Chair there'd be greater danger still
So perhaps it's best I leave while I'm alive, and have the will.