I have my pictures of you
You don't look back at me
A smile I'd almost forgotten
Bruises I don't see

I’ll never forgive you for a sky
Turned from gray to black
Come out and kiss me, darling
I promise I'll kiss you back

A new head on my shoulder
(Her voice) a needle in my ear
Every kind word brings new pain
Instead of my eyes
Her reflection in the mirror

I have a sickness
I have a sickness
[I have a sickness, but I'm not the only one
Even in health, with their triumphs and their charms
In each other's arms, they're wasting away
Sickened just as I am and dripping with disease
A song comes from above
I look there's a tree and a small brown bird
Even the sparrows have built a nest
But we poor fools...) have built nothing
What a shame not to know that you're dying
Tell us we're dying, tell us we’re dead]
I have a sickness
The sparrows built a nest
My crippled, twisted body
Is swallowed by the earth
As my broken head finds rest