My suit is dark, my clouds are gray
And all things around me pass away
Well what if I leave, yea that’s what I’ll do I’ll leave
Cause 88 keys is all I got to loose
That ain’t much, you can have them shoes
I’m dying to love, I’m dying to play
I’m dying to get out of here
I’m dying to live.
Percival, says goodbye
An angel dies.