I imagine my hands are clean 
I am revitalized by things unseen 
I begin a dialogue with the road 
toothless, hopeful, about to explode... 

how could I have ever been so lucky 
to wake up looking in her face 
and see the flowers she put ‘round the room 
brightening an otherwise [bad word] place 

she told me that jesus loves me 
but I never knew who jesus was 
some kid somewhere [bad word] up 
well isn't this what a savior does? 

don't cry 
don't feel 
don't die 
because death is not real 
it's good 
it's yours 
and it [bad word] when things [bad word] their course 

I wanted her melted up inside me 
all the tears and the smiles shed for me 
she'd disappear to the world around me 
everything to be a powerful memory 
...(so I could carry all that we'd been with me) 

so I brought her to the swamp she loved so well 
where I gently placed her in it 
I brought her soul to ease with kisses 
and I said to her as I's about to begin it 

don't cry 
don't feel 
you won't die 
because I don't think death's real 
it's good 
it's mine 
and it should be 
at your heels all of the time 

and she said: 

“and where's the sky for me now? 
(its good that she sings) 
and who will take it down? 
(the freedom it brings) 
and drape it all around me 
(her voice is my very head) 
every cloud and cosmo for a gown?† 

I'm a good kid 
old style 
a happy child 
and I'm never going to have to do that again 
but if I want to, I can 

don't cry 
don't feel 
don't die 
because death is not real 
it's good 
it's ours 
like the sun 
like the worms 
like the wind 
like the flowers...