Far Better Thing

In the white washed cancer ward with my hot blood running wild
 I see the pain behind your eyes and the search for a reason
 And the knowing and the fear of the passing season
 Now please give me strength to cut and to keep our secret
 Please give me strange to cut
 Ch: That the things we love may remain here still
 There is time to wait and there's a time to kill
 I see your outstretched hand through the closing door
 But it's a far better thing I do than I have done before
 And so it seems that murder's not so hard - I've eaten flesh and blood each day
 And if I believe the things I write through the passing season
 Then with a rifle in my hand and with a thousand reasons
 I'll wait, far above the crowd in the summer sunshine
 And history changes now, forever
 That the things we love may remain here still
 There is time to wait and there's a time to kill
 From the barren land come the seeds of war
 So it's a far better thing that I do than I have done before