Death has done her work this morning Cutting me back down to size Frozen in this winter warning Gentle in it's own demise Starving sun in deep November It cannot feed us any more Leaving us this dark reminder Of things we should have done before Even as our days are numbered I can feel it getting near Deafened by the sounds of others Who only got as far as here In the chilling of the evening They find the ones that won't survive Taken as the day surrenders While we fight to stay alive Can you feel the summer ending? Will this be the end of me? Afraid of all that might have happened And all that never came to be Will you tell me when it's gone? Will you tell me when it's over? Even though it's just begun Even though I'm going over Death has done her work this morning Cutting me back down to size