They say on the eve of death
your life flashes before your eyes
every dreary or lonesome day
all the summer storms and washed out skies

What if on the eve of death
just the happy moments flash by?
All the Christmases and parties
and never having to say goodbye

Maybe on the eve of death
your heart and soul are filled with pain
'coz you want to live these moments
joyous moments all over again

Perhaps on the eve of death
you replay every single bit
the things you want to remember
and memories you'd rather omit

That means on the eve of death
you wouldn't be given a choice
to miss out the bits you'd rather
forget, face it all without your voice

I know on the eve of death
I'd watch it all with affection
not regret a single moment
and be at one with my reflection

Coz there on the eve of death
alone and without you I'll stand
I'll wait there on my own two feet
and stare out onto the holy land