It's the start of a bright new day    as the light finds its way through the curtains at the end of my night.    I'm alive in a city of dead people rising for work...    And as they ride through the cycle,    the machine revving up,    I feel a little suicidal,    just not high enough to jump.    Oh who am I kidding now?    My plan to die young,    somehow is just a memory now.    It's daylight in the city,    "just hold me," she said,    "it's been a long night in the city,    just hold me, hold me..."    I had an old friend who said I should run    like today is the last of my sick, sorry little life.    As I stared into my own eyes in the mirror by my bed,    that's when I realized nobody ever told me that,    I'm just afraid of dying.    She told me everything is gonna be all right -    everything is gonna be just fine.