I've been thinking about dying
And how that's gonna be
When my skin and bones give up the ghost
And I finally feel my fragile soul
And all I am falls into mystery

I've been thinking about after
And all the folks I wanna see
My neighbor says that this is it
My daughter says we live again
Most the time I'm somewhere in between

Don't the question beg an answer
Don't the song beg a dancer
Don't you dare
Tell me that there
Ain't more to this
More to this

I've been seeing this life different
Ever since I let you go
Fragile flowers in a field
Sixty stories made of steel
Birds above and business deals below

And I've been thinking bout our lifetime
Like I never have before
A hundred years or a hundred days
A hundred times no difference, babe
Promise you I'd want a hundred more

Don't the question beg an answer
Don't the song beg a dancer
Don't you dare
Tell me that there
Ain't more to this

And don't our tears beg for laughter
I promised I'd love you forever
So don't you dare
Tell me that there
Ain't more to this
There's more to this

That's a miserable song start, right enough. There's enough death around without addinf more. Moving on... ;-(