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