In the untimely event of my death
I'd like to be buried face down
So that if God takes me he does so
By surprise
I will not fade out
I'm already pale
Cause I'm not as sleepy
As I'm just tired
And you've been so wired
And I wonder, where will we go?
So we will head in that direction again
And I will fight and stab with my sword to win you
That's the simple answer to my life
Saying sweet nothings to my pale skinned bride
And when I am hungry, she will say,
"What can I fix you for dinner"
And when all the floors in our old house start to creek
Well so will your bones
But they won't be creaking alone