Smooth Jazz Lyrics

There's not a thing that I could say,
To stop your blue eyes from fading to grey,
And all the blood will rush to my head,
And fall out of my mouth.

Am I invisible now,
To a friend in a hospital gown?
I'll still call your phone to hear your voice.

I learned a lot about death before I grew up,
I watched you begin to fade when I was sixteen.
I swore that I would be okay,
You told me that your biggest fear was waking up each day.

So when I wake up in the morning,
On top of blankets, fully clothed.
I'll tear death's fingers from my throat,
To remind me that I'll never be alone.