Sweet glowing tangerine sky,

Grass grows greener on the other side,

And if you plan to die, do it right,

And if you plan to cry, do it at night,

In salted mango air,

From their graves, they all stare,

Their gloves you wear,

Sweet red daises,

Sweet blood red,

Bad man, you fled,

Bad man, they all bled,

Forgive us all now,

Sleigh down a hill of death,

Exist, die, nonetheless,

Eyes that have seen too much,

Eyes that have seen enough,

Lay yourself to rest now

You have to get sleep somehow.