You stare up at the ceiling glossy-eyed
You were sucking air.
You were looking at something I couldn't see
You weren't really there
When I shuffle off my mortal coil, will it be this slow?
Will I be dwarfed by the smell of formaldehyde or by candle smoke?
And in the middle of a walk, just like the ones you used to take,
You'll hear the wind begin to call your name.
You were sucking air.
You were looking at something I couldn't see
You weren't really there
When I shuffle off my mortal coil, will it be this slow?
Will I be dwarfed by the smell of formaldehyde or by candle smoke?
And in the middle of a walk, just like the ones you used to take,
You'll hear the wind begin to call your name.