Well, every time I wanna kiss you, it's a I don't know. And every time I wanna hold you, it's a let me go. . Well, I'm buzzin' in the circus like a bumble bee.
My death waits like an old rou?. So confident I'll go his way. Whistle to him and the passing time. My death waits like a bible truth. At the funeral of my youth.
My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the score. Oh, whistle for her and the passing time. My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth at the funeral of my youth.