Typhoon - Cigarettes / Orchids for a Wake lyrics

? I've picked the perfect suit Matching shirt and shoes To complement my skin Pale, pasty paper white Flowers bloom in spite Frosty winter chills She shakes her head Lights the one last cigarette, she says "I'm not ready yet" And so we separate The years in to days The days to dust Discard me down Discard me all the way down To bury our bodies under the soil and seed We'll not be blowing leaves Just lay me down, go to sleep I promise you won't feel anything