Dying Is Stange And Hard

I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me A smile i'd almost forgotten, bruises i don't see 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, A needle in my ear Every kind word brings new pain Instead of my eyes, Her reflection in the mirror. I have a sickness, but i'm not the only one Even in health ... In eachother's arms, they're wasting away Sickened just as i am and crippled with disease A song comes from above I look up -- 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 again. I have a sickness The sparrows built a nest My crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth As my broken head finds rest.