if i knew the way i'd die, i'd stick my head in the sand
don't need a how or why to see my soul drift on by
it's not that i'm afraid of rain on my parade
it's just to be confused, is the type of end i choose
the end i choose
the end i choose
until the day i die, i hope it's a surprise
won't be a bit amused by finding out too soon
november one, when the leaves were fall and garnished the setting sun
been here this long with this dream undone, i can rid of it longer
november fourth, when the trees would fall onto the forest floor
been here this long with this dream undone, i can rid of it longer
rid of it longer...
yes i can...
(if i knew the way i'd die)...yes i can...
(if i knew the way i'd die)...yes i can...
(the way i'd die)...yes i can...
and i hope it's a surprise...
