Dying Is Strange and Hard

I have my pictures of you
Don't you look back at me
A smile i'd almost forgotten
Bruises I don't see
Never forgive you for a sky
Turned from gray to black
Come out and kiss me darling
I promise, i'll kiss you back

A new head on my shoulders
A needle in my ear
Every kind word brings new pain
Instead of my eyes, her reflection in the mirror

(I have a sickness) I have a sickness
But i'm not the only one even in health
With their chimes and their charms in each other's arms
They're wasting away
Sickened just as I am, in crippling disease
A song comes from above
I look up, there's a tree and a small brown bird
Even the sparrows have built a nest
But we, poor fools have built nothing
What a shame not to know you're dying
Tell us we're dying, tell us again

I have a sickness
The sparrows built a nest
My crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth
And my broken head finds rest