the evil, it spread like a fever ahead
it was night when you died, my firefly
what could i have said to raise you from the dead?
oh, could i be the sky on the fourth of july?
well, you do enough talk
my little hawk
why do you cry?
tell me, what did you learn from the tillamook burn or the fourth of july?
were all gonna die
sitting at the bed with the halo at your head
was it all a disguise like junior high?
where everything was fiction, future and prediction
now, where am i?
my fading supply
did you get enough love, my little dove?
why do you cry?
and im sorry i left, but it was for the best
though it never felt right
my little versailles
the hospital asked, should your body be cast
before i say goodbye, my star in the sky
such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
do you find it alright, my dragonfly?
shall we look at the moon, my little loon?
why do you cry?
make the most of your life, while it is rife
while it is light
well, you do enough talk, my little hawk
why do you cry?
tell me, what did you learn from the tillamook burn, or the fourth of july?
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
were all gonna die
