[Verse 1]
Low moon, sparkling
Lights on the ball
Calls me, beckoning
Brings me home

[Chorus]
So, when I die
Lord, don't bury me deep
Under the sycamore tree
Burn me
Spread me
Where the city can be seen

[Verse 2]
Slow fumes, fading
Lights dancing in the hall
Calms me, reckoning
My veins are rust and chrome

[Chorus]
So, when I die
Lord, don't bury me deep
Under the sycamore tree
Burn me
Spread me
Where the city can be seen
[Verse 3]
No tomb waiting
No name etched upon the wall
To mourn me, echoing
In an empty ivory dome

[Chorus]
So, when I die
Lord, don't bury me deep
Under the sycamore tree
Burn me
Spread me
Where the city can be seen
Where the city can be seen