I count the faces   As they are floating by   Some of them look at me   Some of them cry   But all of them   Are soft & pale & dead   So I'm waiting for the sad sweet face   That I can't forget   & how can I make her smile again      I found out   That I had to join the parade   Now that I hold you   It's a little late   You must be dead I know   'cause that's how cold you are   & every time you kiss me   You leave a little scar   How can I make you smile again      She said she loves me -   I'm sweet enough it seems   If blood was black   & if my hands were clean   I would just go to sleep   & laugh at sorrow   I would just go to sleep until tomorrow   & I could make her smile again