Mortality
Richard Brooks
I think about my own mortality
Staring in the mirror
Remove the vanity
Everything is getting clear
They clutch hands
Just to let you go
It's hard to accept yeah I know
But pray for thee
The Lord protect thy soul
When it comes to mortality
When it comes to vanity
Yeah I swear that's all I know
When it comes to vanity
Yeah I swear that's all I know
When I talk mortality I can feel my pulse
When I talk mortality I can feel my pulse
When I talk mortality I can feel my pulse
I can feel my pulse