So why are you holding my hand tonight?
I'm not intending to go far away
I'm just slipping through to the back room
I'll leave you messages almost every day

And who was I to last forever?
I didn't promise to stay the pace
Not in this lifetime, babe, but we'll cling together
Some kind of heaven written in your face

So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch?
Do my eyes seem to focus on some distant point?
Why do I find it hard to talk too much?