Does Death know what time it is?

Babe, I am going to tell you something
While burried in sleep, and dream you saw
An angel of yours who never lets go
(and the girl who fell down sheilding you from your own)
I am going to tell you the story of your meeting with god
How her voice though vacant to you still cryed
Wanting needing for you utter last goodbyes
(You whispered to the girl: I don't have a room, but maybe . . .)
She walked up to where the top of the world is
And you came right up to her and said
So at last you've come home.
(...maybe I could have a home)
A delicate whisper pirced the night
She is real in your eyes, yet not in life
Her mouth open wide but unkowing words flowed forth
(I thought I'd like to stay here and talk to you.)
I cant see her but I know you Put your arms around her.
a smile never forgetton but forever missed past her lips
Even that silmiliar smile crossed your own
(about what? Oh, just talk . . . we'll find something.)
She said it was like a fog coming over her face
And light was everywhere and a soft voice saying
You can stop crying now.
(what can we talk about that will take all night? and you said you didn't know.)
You can stop crying now.
(Hold me, like you used to... at least let me pretend your still real)
Although alone and frightened, she held on for you
The lingering kiss you gave her in the night
Across the brigde long ago that burnt down
(The promsie of you being the only one, I was wrong I'm sorry but I love another)
You sight still lingers, her smile still deep lunging forwards
the final kiss of friendship you were denied
(... She smiles and says it's my time, a fleeting touch of skin)
You can stop crying now
She is gone with a smile
The same smile you awaken with.