the evil it spread like a fever ahead it was night when you died my firefly what could i have said to raise you from the dead oh could i be the sky on the fourth of july well you do enough talk my little hawk why do you cry tell me what did you learn from the tillamook burn or the fourth of july were all gonna die sitting at the bed with the halo at your head was it all a disguise like junior high where everything was fiction future and prediction now where am i my fading supply did you get enough love my little dove why do you cry and im sorry i left but it was for the best though it never felt right my little versailles the hospital asked should the body be cast before i say goodbye my star in the sky such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth do you find it all right my dragonfly shall we look at the moon my little loon why do you cry make the most of your life while it is rife while it is light well you do enough talk my little hawk why do you cry tell me what did you learn from the tillamook burn or the fourth of july were all gonna die  we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die we re all gonna die but i m still alive
['baroque pop', 'chamber pop', 'singer-songwriter']