Dying's not easy today

Trying but can't get away

Feel just the almost touch of her hand and the trees in her hair

?Lies float? the sun, she saw only me in the sky

What could be higher than we?



Wind grows cold in the trees

She cries, so hard to please

My restless feet, the rain in the street and her Vanity Fair

Sighs in the eyes of the boarding-house lady who stares

Thinking I care



So, it's a long dusty road

Feelings I shouldn't have showed

Follow me with a sweet bird when I'm ready to fade

Lights like these burn so bright, keep me out of my shade

Wish I could fade



Just see me fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

See me fade