Even my mouth says,
"Let the body grow"
Turn off the light

And disappear

My yellow fingers

Pulled out a cigarette
Turn on the light
And reappear

With my head down
Keep that head down


These are my dying days
No love
No funeral parade


Even this blue sky
Watches my lung collapse

Breathe in the water
And let me drown


My broken fingers
No more cigarettes
All of this love won't reappear

With my head down
Keep that head down


These are my dying days
No love
No funeral parade


These are my dying days
Turn the spotlight off

It wasn't mine anyway

Even my God says,

"Let this body go"
Turn off the lights
And disappear


Yellow figures swallow the wishing well
Follow the accursed, what I am called


These are my dying days
No love

No funeral parade

These are my dying days

Turn the spotlight off
It wasn't mine anyway


These are my dying days
No one knows
That I've gone away