I imagine my hands are clean I am revitalized by things unseen I begin a dialogue with the road Toothless, hopeful, about to explode... How could I have ever been so lucky To wake up looking in her face And see the flowers she put 'round the room Brightening an otherwise crumbling place She told me that jesus loves me But I never knew who jesus was Some kid somewhere f**ed up Well isn't this what a savior does? Don't cry Don't feel Don't die Because d**h is not real It's good It's yours And it should come when things have run their course I wanted her melted up inside me All the tears and the smiles shed for me She'd disappear to the world around me Everything to be a powerful memory ...(so I could carry all that we'd been with me) So I brought her to the swamp she loved so well
Where I gently placed her in it I brought her soul to ease with kisses And I said to her as I's about to begin it Don't cry Don't feel You won't die Because I don't think d**h's real It's good It's mine And it should be At your heels all of the time And she said: "and where's the sky for me now? (its good that she sings) And who will take it down? (the freedom it brings) And drape it all around me (her voice is my very head) Every cloud and cosmo for a gown?" I'm a good kid Old style A happy child And I'm never going to have to do that again But if I want to, I can Don't cry Don't feel Don't die Because d**h is not real It's good It's ours Like the sun Like the worms Like the wind Like the flowers...