So long, congratulations, break a leg tonight

What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife

Crying backwards under bedroom light

The operation



I don't think you'll ever want to love me

You'd better listen to your doctor doctor



Sober up and bury the empty cup

In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie

When I sew you up, don't let me stop bleeding

Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin

Won't let me go, oh no, oh no

And they're ruining the mood

So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle



And I don't think you'll ever want to love me

You'd better listen to your doctor 

doctors lie, lie, lie if the dollar is right

oh my sweet little girl, hold your mouth and you'll be alright



(Gather round, gather round. Ladies and gentlemen, 

come from far come from wide, 

The moment you've all been waiting for



Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death

And the miracle of resurrection)



Please understand me when 

I'd rather see you dead 

Than live without me, so thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light I met the love of my life

She'd rather see me dead than face me

I like your starry eyes, they yell surprise! Surprise!

I'm in love...but not for long

Our operation, call off the operation



Another wave has turned its back on me

Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see

(If your delicate eyes don't blink someday they might as well be gone) Can't count on anything. For you I'd count the salt under the sea