I've Got A Feeling I Have Lost All Your Devotion

Oh, I've got motor neurone disease. Every facility is leaving me like the leaves on the trees. Indeed, I doubt my competence now even to breathe. As heartache takes over me, it drops me off at the terminus. I've got a fear. I missed the last bus. I've got a fear. I missed the last flowering bud. To whisk -up a bee's dance and not crush him like a bug. I've got a feeling I have lost all your devotion. And now I'm drowning in an ocean. I've got an inclining, I'm a bust. Full of rust, tears are leaking like a cold, leaky radiator. Oh, remember how it once was warm to your touch? Darling, where did it all go wrong? Did I ever say I was perfect? Should I stay and disappoint? Darling, what would be the point? Even a compass has four portions you can navigate. But it all takes place under one sun. And I want to follow you like a bird. Never migrating, hearing only the echo of time Hearing the heart the wing of a beating bird.