Show my kids whom I'll never meet Pictures of you and me Tell them about the things I've seen While you sit in the gra** Tell them about things I like And the madness we live tonight And other things they may ask about While you sit in the gra** Tell them all about things you see That are things they have from me, oh Tell them, tell them please While you sit in the gra** Tell them about sugar and lime And that we'll meet in dreams sometimes And what we will talk about When you sat in the gra** And if they ever feel alone at night Tell them that their blood is mixed with mine And that they will always find Me somewhere inside Now it's getting too dark to see And I've longed so failingly I hope you tell them Tell them please While you sit in the gra**