So here's your bathtub, Christmas lights
Add the water: seven pints
Face down in silver, white Christmas light
Wednesday I found you
Your hair was white as a kite string

So here's your story, as you would have said it
To leave out the sad parts

Gray eyes fill with novacaine
Chandeliers with fireflies
You won't know
You won't know
I'm not sure

Gray eyes fill with novacaine
Chandeliers with fireflies
And You won't know