Borrowed Time

My dearest, I still love you
With your hands around my neck
And from the silence I'd recover
Though my heart's a fading wreck

You could burn me, I'd be smiling,
Because I live in borrowed time
You saved my life and then I knew
No single second would be mine.

Is it fate or irony that through your hands, the grave I'll see?
Six feet under I'd be now, would you not have been there
And the voice inside me whispers:
'Let him kill you, it is fair.'

Oh my dearest, you are grinning,
With your hands around my neck
And I should scream of blood and murder
But it's death you're giving back

Honestly, I can't remember,
What I was doing on that bridge
But the edge was sharp and clear
As I walked my final steps, I have never felt such fear

Dearly beloved, I am certain
It wasn't your hand in my back
As I held on to the railing
And it pushed me to the edge
Because I know that you have saved me
And your hand then pulled me back
I could have died there on that bridge
I'll die with hands around my neck.