Dying Is a Beautiful Thing to Do

It was the summer I Learned to love politics And Elliott Smith 'cause you did Swinging in the backyard Wind in my hair and words You're playing it cool like a kid But I'm the kind of girl that you write songs about Mystery you can't get out your head before you sleep at night Once in a lifetime You're taking pictures you can't bear to lose Be the artist to my muse I think dying is a beautiful thing to do By your side I bleed on paper so the Fact of the fiction is alive on the page when I'm gone Coming undone in dark corridors We're catching our breath just for a moment And I could waste all of my timе in between the lines 'Causе I'm the kind of girl that you write songs about Mystery you can't get out your head before you sleep at night Once in a lifetime You're taking pictures you can't bear to lose Be the artist to my muse I think dying is a beautiful thing to do By your side Every movement in my rear view And every place in reference to you If nothing else, can I be your regret? Years from now I'm the kind of girl that you write songs about Mystery you can't get out your head before you sleep at night Once in a lifetime You're taking pictures you can't bear to lose Be the artist to my muse I think dying is a beautiful thing to do By your side