Probably the saddest song Tom's ever written.
Two coffins for sleep.
One for you, one for me.
We'll be there eventually.
In the dark of our graves our bodies will decay.
I wish you'd never change.
How lucky I ever was to see
the way that you smiled at me.
Your little bird chest and your featherless wings.
All the things I have yet to lose will someday be gone too/got to.
Back into annihilation.
All things will fade, maybe it's better off that way.
I wish I could keep you with me.