I was daydreaming about my end
I found it gruesomely
I knew it completely
That I was small as I looked up to see
Isn't it perfect to have death in sight?
Isn't it worth it to have peace of mind?
I don't need a place to go
When I give up the ghost
Tulips in my spring should grow
As I decompose
And I was freeing
Dispersing light upon us as we breathe
When I was fleeing
I felt the power
The universe bequeaths
Isn't it perfect to have death in sight?
Isn't it worth it to have peace of mind?
Is it perfect to have death in sight?
Is it worth it to have peace of mind?
I don't need a place to go (to go, to go, to go)
When I give up the ghost
Tulips in my spring should grow (to go, to go, to go)
As I decompose
I don't need a place to go (to go, to go, to go)
When I give up the ghost
Tulips in my spring should grow (to go, to go, to go)
As I decompose
(To go, to go, to go)
(To go, to go, to go)
(To go, to go, to go)
(To go, to go, to go)
