When I close my eyes I dream of you Wrapped up tight in blue Little darling I dream of you Your soft pale skin And eyes full of sky Your voice like an angel With anguish in your cry So small yet so perfect in every way Hold you close tomorrow and every day
Put the gun up to my head Pull the trigger Now she's dead Doesn't really matter anyways Tomorrow is here
The flowers have burst their buds And the rivers will start to flood But she lies cold in a patch of daises Like a queen amongst her subjects But she rules over none
And as the sky bleeds into grey It dosn't matter anyway Because tomorrow is here to stay
A baby rabbit fur grey as the sky lies dead Her eyes stare blankly upward Watching god Her body lifeless Her family gone She is cold and helpless in my hands And I cannot help but think She has gone too soon As many before her