Grandfather clock got thinner each day
And they cut him up starting with his leg
He died
He died
Before I could understand that his blood was not my blood
I sat with my family cutting up old Christmas cards
Because I wanted to forget so much
I wanted a town with more or less lights
Your name on a wall or mine on a gravestone
I wanted him to be you
I wanted him to be you
So all of us could die together that night
So we don't have to have separate hospital beds
No we don't have to have separate hospital beds