The sky is falling always pulling It is strange how people always seem To fall in love And now that we are in the dark It keeps crawling as it tells to make love The ones we love Because dead Because dead Because dead Showed no one luck Blossom on the shaving cream And I run to the side of the hut Come to the eyes we see for we Have dropped our luck at the silent bushes Because the dead Because the dead Because the dead showed no one luck Because the dead Because the dead Because the dead showed no one warmth Feel the warmth of the spring gleam As it gently washes over Butterflies fly to the room and change A crawling spider follows outside And bleakly out into the sun Crawls away and torn away Because the dead Because the dead Because the dead showed no one luck Because the dead Because the dead Because the dead showed no one warmth