The evil had spread
Like a fever ahead
It was night
When you died,
My firefly
What could I have said
To raise you from the dead
Oh, could I
Be the sky on the Fouth of July?
Well, you do enough talk,
My little hawk
Why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn
From the Tillamook Burn
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die.
Sitting at the bed with a halo at your head
Was it all a disguise
Like junior high
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction
Now where am I,
My fading supply?
Did you get enough love,
My little dove,
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left
But it was for the best
Though it never felt right,
My little Versailles
The hospital asked
Should the body be gassed
Before I say goodbye,
My star in the sky
Such a funny thought
To wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it alright,
My dragonfly?
Shall we look at the moon,
My little Lune,
Why do you cry?
Make the most of your life
While it is rife
While it is light
Well, you do enough talk,
My little hawk,
Why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn
From the Tillamook Burn
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die