Some might say we're released, pushing daisies deceased, but we all know the worms must be fed. There's just one lingering fear, oh my soul, is it here, or is it rotting somewhere with my head? Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul. Oooooh, oooooh, ooooh, ooooh. Oh, no soul, and no name, and no story, what a shame. Cruel existence was only a sham. Oh, Saint Peter, let me in. You must know where I've been. Won't you tell me at last who I am? Who I am? Who I am? Who I am? Who I am? Oooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh. And from the ground beneath my feet, I hear the anguish of the street. A choir never complete. And like an odd forgotten tune, a song that no one knows. Forgot how it goes. Just John and me, forever, eternally. Jane Doe. And I'm asking, why, Lord? If this is how I die, Lord. Why be left with no family and no friends? I've got no celebration. Just this consolation. Time eats all his children in the end. Oooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh. A melody floats through the air. When silence falls, does no one care? Does no one care? Another sad forgotten tune. Another song that no one knows. So that's how it goes. Just John and me, forever, eternally. Jane Doe. And she's asking, why, Lord? If this is the way to die, Lord. I want to sit, I want to sigh, now that all is said and done. Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am? No singing songs of celebration. Just a star of speculation. Like John, I'll be eternally. A forgotten name. Some lost refrain. Just Jane. Jane. Doe. A melody floats through the air. When silence falls, does no one care? Jane. Doe.