How long did we all think
this all would last?
Who could have counted days
as they flew past?
But before we go
Sing us a song, sing us a song
to hold through the hours of dying
Who would have thought it\'d come
as such a show?
A pink and silver day
who was to know?
Even as we go
Sing us a song, sing us a song
to hold through the hours of dying
Sing us a song, sing us a song
to hold through the hours of dying
Even as we go