this is the occasion that I never wished for god I’m getting used to this god I’m getting immune to this travel across the ocean to say my last goodbyes but I’ll be seeing you someday I’l be feeling you
sleep little girl the rest is just a cool sail sleep now little girl the rest is just a cool sail
I will water all the flowers you’ll give them earth leave the illness in the coffin let it turn to dirt travel across the ocean to say my last goodbyes but I’ll be seeing you bloom again I’ll be seeing you bloom