Now as I lay by your side
Would you tell me why everything has to be lies
Leaving everyone wondering
When we'll all wind up dead to all we are within
Wednesday the third
Was the night that you rambled alone
In the frigid white light
Like a leopard about to dig in with trembling skin
With wind whipping your shins
Oh, haven't you heard the news?
Nobody came too soon
Surprise! Our eyes are opening up to you
Now as I lean to the side
I can see all the thoughts that you're trying to hide
I've arranged for a ferry to France
Where you should relax
Don't worry about the pets, they'll be safe at our address
You've left everyone wondering
When we'll wind up dead to all we are within
But now as the daisies die off
And the wind scurries scarlet leaves like they were dust
We can see somewhere off to the east
A gaggle of geese are singing your goodbye
Hear their sweetest lullaby
Listen up to hear the sky
Will soon clear and you'll be the last to wish for rain
