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