I count the faces
As they are floating by
Some of them look at me
Some of them cry
But all of them
Are soft & pale & dead
So I'm waiting for the sad sweet face
That I can't forget
& how can I make her smile again
I found out
That I had to join the parade
Now that I hold you
It's a little late
You must be dead I know
'cause that's how cold you are
& every time you kiss me
You leave a little scar
How can I make you smile again
She said she loves me -
I'm sweet enough it seems
If blood was black
& if my hands were clean
I would just go to sleep
& laugh at sorrow
I would just go to sleep until tomorrow
& I could make her smile again