Текст песни He Was a Jazzman

I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed You move so slow You say the pain you fell is too great to be inside your head I know, I know You move so slow It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy I'll wander these white halls Scale all the walls for a thread of hope Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke I'd pray if it meant anything to me One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss us about Prepare yourself for the big sleep It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe I'll keep scratching at your sympathy Until you're good and ready to leave Until you fell a lot like me With curved eyes I smile as a bad excuse sites next to you Grinning crooked teeth They'll all be gone soon As the door handle swings I'm having trouble hearing you You think I'm crazy don't you Count your bones and cleam 'em good It's come to this just like we knew it would The world's become a hospital Will someone medicate us please? I'd pray if it meant anything to me One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about Prepare yourself for the big sleep It don't mean anything to me We start to die when begin to breathe