Ant Smith

Mortality

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end

I'm ready now for to pretend

That life has meaning in the dregs

Of warming spirits drunk with friends

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end

This day's battle let us suspend

Weary arms and weary legs

Let me settle in your bed

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end

Let my spirit at last transcend

Smooth all the tangled broken threads

I need your kisses upon my head

Mortality