Dying Is Strange And Hard

Lyrics

I have my pictures of you You don't look back at me A smile I'd almost forgotten Bruises I don't see I'll never forgive you for a sky Turned from gray to black Come out and kiss me, darling I promise I'll kiss you back A new head on my shoulder (Her voice) a needle in my ear Every kind word brings new pain Instead of my eyes Her reflection in the mirror I have a sickness I have a sickness [I have a sickness, but I'm not the only one Even in health, with their triumphs and their charms In each other's arms, they're wasting away Sickened just as I am and dripping with disease A song comes from above I look there's a tree and a small brown bird Even the sparrows have built a nest But we poor fools...) have built nothing What a shame not to know that you're dying Tell us we're dying, tell us we're dead] I have a sickness The sparrows built a nest My crippled, twisted body Is swallowed by the earth As my broken head finds rest