How long did we all think this all would last?
  Who could have counted days as they flew past?
  But before we go, sing us a song.
  Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.
    Who would have though it'd come as such a show?
  A pink and silver day... who was to know?
  Even as we go, sing us a song.
  Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying.