| When I was a little girl the world was small to me |
| All the light in my life filtered softly through the trees |
| The shadows in the photographs |
| Five ghosts who followed me |
| I was only truly frightened once |
| They called my name and said they wanted me |
| Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die |
| Oh, for one sweet second without the eye |
| When I grew in age and fame and traveled through the world |
| All the rives of the city like flags of blue unfurled |
| Me pressed against the railing |
| Me taken to a room |
| Me breaking in the morning |
| Dark with a sense of coming doom |
| Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die |
| Oh, for one sweet second without the eye |
| Now I have grown old and all my grace and beauty gone |
| Five ghosts surround my garden, I don’t tell them to move on |
| I walk deeper into shade now |
| That dappled light again |
| I see you standing at the gate |
| My one and only friend |
| Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die |
| Oh, for one sweet second without the eye |