Why...
Fly...
Try...

I wanna fly when I'm dead
Make my body float away from my head
And bounce over to you
And kiss you on your cheek
Before my lips
Before my lips
Before my lips become too weak

Why...
Why...
Why...

Then will you still love me, if I lose all my hair?
Why...
Why, why must everyone eventually die
Why...
Why...

Twenty five people standing over my grave
Dry your eyes, it cuts like blades
I want to fly when I'm dead