All is well I am doing fine Standing her every day Keeping an eye on the machines
Making progress Monotone and mindless Slight slip into reverie Then suddenly
Here she comes again My melancholy friend. So bittersweet and sad Talking of things I wish I had And here she comes again My melancholy friend. When everything is ok She’s reminding me that we're all gonna die some day.
I stop and stare On the floor There’s nothing there And still something is not like before
I understand now how It’s all connected Don’t want to know Too late she’s resurrected