We parse the script unwritten line by line
The mystery of life filtered through time
A blank slate open-ended to begin
To balance with our own uncertain end, once again

It’s appointed for man once to die
Maybe years, maybe tonight
No matter how hard we rage against the dying of the light
It comes for everyone
For all of us return to dust

An inventory of a lifetime passed
Of things ephemeral, and things that last
The hourglass runs out we know not when
To meet the maker when our time has come to an end

It’s appointed for man once to die
Maybe years, maybe tonight
No matter how hard we rage against the dying of the light
It comes for everyone
For all of us

When I don’t know who to be
Will you watch over me as we walk to the end of the world?
They were calling for me, but you were all I could see
And your voice was all I heard
For all that we do in this life without you is vanity

It’s appointed for man once to die
Maybe years, maybe tonight
No matter how hard we rage against the dying of the light
It comes for all of us
Return to dust