作词 : Sparks, Sparks

  She'd been coughing up blood
  Since the dogwoods bloomed
  Seventeen that spring
  And confined to her room
  
  At night her heart
  Pounded holes in her chest
  Death, like a bird
  Was building its nest
  
  She'd laughed at the graveyard
  On one sip of wine
  And kept a pet duck
  Till the cat crushed its spine
  
  But, waltzing one night
  In a red velvet dress
  She noticed a whistling down
  In her chest
  
  Propped up on pillows
  She watched the snow fall
  Trying to picture
  An end to it all
  
  By spring there'd be picnics
  And merry-go-rounds
  But she'd be nothing
  But bones in the ground
  
  And so
  On the last day of her short life
  Emily called for her father's
  Penknife
  
  She sawed at her head
  Till the floor pooled with hair
  And braided a watch chain for father
  (Mother)
  To wear