baby boy brought me a black crayon
all i've got to do is die
even children all must rest their tired eyes
all i've got to do is die
move against these pale lips as cold as snowfall
all we've got to do is die
i know someday you'll press your lips against my gravestone
all we've got to do is die
they can't ask us why - to no reply
all we've got to do is die
go down upon me slow and i will follow
when you're gone where will you be?
baby boy brought me a black crayon
all we've got to do is die