She had a pawn shop A gun in her mouth The cancer had cursed her And her mind wanted out Her soldier slid backwards [?] this nothing's wrong The bullet she swallowed Was singing this song Some will die slowly Some will die cold Some will die happy And married to know If I die awake, well I guess it could start But I'll try to die drinking Of you my sweetheart His wife dead 30 years he Was just doing time He chased down the daylight With a bottle of wine and he Died without knowing His old children's names His lips they were moving His sound was the same Some will die healthy Some sick to their skin Some will die softly And do we die together Or if we die apart I'll try to die thinking Of you my sweetheart There were two teenage songbirds Flying round in your glove The melodies mingled For a week and a month Tune grew inside Both softly and hard We're searching for movement Before the music could start Some will die slowly, yeah Some will die straight And some will die walkin' To work with the shakes And if I die impatient Or if you [?] heart Then I'll try to die thinkin' Of you my sweetheart I'll try to die thinkin' Of you my sweetheart