What if I die an ugly death And everyone will be underground? What if he dies an ugly death And I'll have to watch and hold his hand? Does it really get better? I think of it every day Just one last song Forever to play Forever to play To cry in your garden Is like to die in Paris Watching decaying flowers Is like to die in Paris Crying over beauty Is like to die in Paris Crying over lovers is like To die in Paris I saw my killer coming through the door He is right behind the flordid floor I feel I have to hide my vanilla energy I have to keep it to myself to keep my sanity Does it really get better? I think of it every day Just one last glance For another day For another day To cry in your garden Is like to die in Paris Watching decaying flowers Is like to die in Pairs Crying over beauty Is like to die in Pairs Crying over lovers Is like to die in Paris