The grass and the daisies Think a lot more of the days than you
Know the will more than the way than you
When I dial, I'm in denial
I need supplies before I arrive
"You're running down my thigh," she said "He's such a wonderful guy," she said "There's pride in wanting to die, I think I'll give it a try," she said "I can't make it on my own And it's so hard to be alone And now at least she knows Where it is she has to go She'll need supplies before she arrives
We're not gonna die like this (oh no) We're not gonna die like this (oh no) Sing it with me, it goes like this We're not gonna die like this
Fly away little hummingbird!