作词 : Christopher Henry 作曲 : Christopher Henry I bloomed out of bed, a flower for a head, a bee flew in my ear and told me a secret. You’re going to die soon. Then I was plucked and vased at a pizza hut while kids were smashing rubber ducks for tickets and fun. Low and behold, behold, behold, they got old inside, old in mind, old and died. I was by myself on a shelf in a hut no one would go to. One by one, the wait staff left. Aprons hung in pizza crust. Plywood sealed the window up. No sunlight to take in. Condemned to live myself to death in the dark. Who’s outside? Who’s still alive? Condemned to live myself to death while I starve. Condemned to live myself to death in my heart. In the end I am dust in the broom while cleaners sweep under the tables. They are opening a new Papa John’s.
作词 : Christopher Henry 作曲 : Christopher Henry I bloomed out of bed, a flower for a head, a bee flew in my ear and told me a secret. You’re going to die soon. Then I was plucked and vased at a pizza hut while kids were smashing rubber ducks for tickets and fun. Low and behold, behold, behold, they got old inside, old in mind, old and died. I was by myself on a shelf in a hut no one would go to. One by one, the wait staff left. Aprons hung in pizza crust. Plywood sealed the window up. No sunlight to take in. Condemned to live myself to death in the dark. Who’s outside? Who’s still alive? Condemned to live myself to death while I starve. Condemned to live myself to death in my heart. In the end I am dust in the broom while cleaners sweep under the tables. They are opening a new Papa John’s.
