Sing

Everything has broken in the world I built alone
As my heart is fully spoken I feel it's barely there
And I know I'm right as the bright lights say clear
So sing me a song while my mind's still here
I promise I'll hear you just make sure you're not scared
when my razor starts showing and the mystery is clear

Oh darling just hold me under the painted pine tree
it's probably the last thing that I'll ever see
Tell me I'll be alright as my pulse begins to fade
and I'll pretend I believe it just for your sake.

Singing quietly to ease the pain
bringing back memories of nights passed in vain

Sing of the hollow heart that lives in my chest
Sing of the little boy who's character is the best
Sing of the willow tree hiding in my mind
Sing of the simple nights spent with tears in my eyes

Sing me away
Sing me all the way home
Sing me a better tune
One that's not quite so cold

Sing of the river beds flowing through the peaks
Sing of the mountain air my lungs so desperately need
Sing of the little girl who was happy in her life
Sing of that little face that once was mine

Sing me to my willow tree sitting by the stream
Sing me to the mountain peaks with the little boy I used to meet
Sing me to my happy days away from my mind
Sing me a better tune 'til my soul's no longer inside
Sing to me under that false pine tree because it's not the tree that I'll really see.