Death a thing she hardly knew So thin and rare and small and few It smells just like me And it smells just like you
She's blinded for the best In this bright tree she makes her nest Everyone laughs as she struggles up high Everyone's happy and she wants to die
(There I see)
Dead is and so far everything is new It smells just like me And it smells just like you
Blind in safety and leafy in love
Plain ugly and homely race
With sad disgrace drawn on its face She sleeps in the buds in a place Where no summer shines no tears are shed For the living or for the dead
Even love can't tell her anything When there's plots in her eyes shine with formaldehyde Cries with a different feeling When the chaos ensues with a new appetite
And in the wormless sand shall she A feast for no foul glutton be She's washed by the sea to a place Where no summer shines no tears are shed For the living or for the dead