Fourth Of July (Live)

The evil it spread like a fever ahead It was night when you died, my firefly What could I have said to raise you from the dead Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn Or the Fourth of July We're all gonna die Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I My fading supply Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles The hospital asked should the body be cast Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky Such a