Dying Is Strange and Hard

I have my pictures of you
 Don't you look back at me
 A smile i'd almost forgotten
 Bruises I don't see
 Never forgive you for a sky
 Turned from gray to black
 Come out and kiss me darling
 I promise, i'll kiss you back
 A new head on my shoulders
 A needle in my ear
 Every kind word brings new pain
 Instead of my eyes, her reflection in the mirror
 (I have a sickness) I have a sickness
 but i'm not the only one even in health
 With their chimes and their charms in each other's arms
 They're wasting away
 Sickened just as I am, in crippling disease
 A song comes from above
 I look up, there's a tree and a small brown bird
 Even the sparrows have built a nest
 But we, poor fools have built nothing
 What a shame not to know you're dying
 Tell us we're dying, tell us again
 I have a sickness
 The sparrows built a nest
 My crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth
 And my broken head finds rest