Nothing to be done, original song

Lyrics:
The ceiling rains down on me
As the leaves fall
My last breaths on her tender lips
In a cool autumn night
Into The moor of her wonderous hair
I have walked upon a thousand times
New flowers i have found on each try
Posion ivy, daisies, roses, and magnolia
Is death just as cold as her living body??
Appalled by this thought
Nothing to be done
As we wait for the tears to be shed
As if there is any to be nigh