To Die in Paris

What if I die an ugly death
And everyone will be underground?
What if he dies an ugly death
And I'll have to watch and hold his hand?

Does it really get better?
I think of it every day
Just one last song
Forever to play
Forever to play

To cry in your garden
Is like to die in Paris
Watching decaying flowers
Is like to die in Paris
Crying over beauty
Is like to die in Paris
Crying over lovers is like
To die in Paris

I saw my killer coming through the door
He is right behind the flordid floor
I feel I have to hide my vanilla energy
I have to keep it to myself to keep my sanity

Does it really get better?
I think of it every day
Just one last glance
For another day
For another day

To cry in your garden
Is like to die in Paris
Watching decaying flowers
Is like to die in Pairs
Crying over beauty
Is like to die in Pairs
Crying over lovers
Is like to die in Paris