When I've understood it all, lived it all down here
When I'm so old I won't want myself anymore
When the skin of my life is carved like a road
With marks and sorrows and laughs and doubts
Then I'll ask for just one more minute
When there's nothing left that tips over and hurts
And when even heartaches look like a caress
When I see my death right at the foot of my bed
When I see her smiling at my tiny little life
I'll tell her, 'listen, give me just one minute'
Just one more minute, just one more minute
To freshen up or for a cigarette
Just one more minute, just one more minute
For one last thrill or one last gesture
Just one more minute, just one more minute
To pack the memories away before the long winter
With no motive and no aim
Since my life's nothing, I want all of it
Whole, totally, in all its failures
Since my life's nothing, I want more
I want them to add some more
Sixty tiny seconds for my last minute