Last Words of a Shooting Star

All of this turbulence wasn't forecasted Apologies from the intercom And I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy They'll think of me kindly When they come for my things They'll never know how I'd stared at the dark in that room With no thoughts Like a blood-sniffing shark And while my dreams made music in the night Carefully I was going to live Verse 2 You wouldn't leave till we loved in the morning You'd learned from movies how love ought to be And you'd say you love me and look in my eyes But I know through mine you were Looking in yours And did you know the liberty bell is a replica Silently housed in its original walls And while its dreams played music in the night Quietly It was told to believe Verse 3 I always wanted to die clean and pretty But I'd be too busy on working days So I am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted I couldn't have changed anyways I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy Goodbye