To the casket quickly for the young folks
Where the old ones teach us how to die
While it might be sad when they finally leave
At least you get to say goodbye, goodbye
Well six minutes at a time we're barely here
and your eyes are reflecting the lonely fear
of a moment
about to end
just pretend
I'm not
Gone
To the concert quickly for the young folks
Where the old ones teach us how to fly
While it might be fun for a little while
We won't remember when we say goodbye, goodbye
Sing a happy song, with lonely words
Stuck to the ground with the broken birds
You're feelin' around without a stick and then
You're wondering why you feel so sick again
Look up, and stare at the sun
You shed a tear because the shine is almost done
About to end
Just pretend
It's not