Here come the signsOf early-warning miseryHere come the soundsIt looks like a river up to hereUnderneath my headHere comes the sightI might just lose it ?Here comes the partWhere you ask me for my sympathyI just might lose my headHave you seen meCan you hear meDid you think you could win me overI've been hard to holdI've been hard to holdAnd I'm missingI made you get downI made you get down on your hands and kneesBut I made it upI took you away from your miseryAnd you can't say it's ?Now here comes the pastIt looks like what's in front of meThis may be the lastThis may be the last thing you'll see of meAnd it might be your key to restI've been hard to holdAnd I'm missing