To fuel the engines, I send her roses a dozen black and a single red
I nailed a note to the red one a dozen live and a single dead
I'll call off my dogs, they're so hungry
In the pouring rain they lie and wait
Will the sun still rise in the morning
I don't know if it ever will again
Is it Fawn likes her flowers and does she sleep on a bed of nails
A pail of rain I threw upon her a wooden card I pinned to her tail
If only my loving songs could live in your house
To help you with all your daily chores and put a smile on your mouth
I'll call off my dogs, they're so hungry
In the pouring rain they die and wait
Will the sun still rise in the morning
I don't think that it ever will again
I'll build our house with this hammer and catch the rain for my nails
I'll raise it up with my poems and wake you every morning with a kiss
I'll call off my dogs, they were so hungry
In the pouring rain the dead await
No, the sun won't rise in the morning
And I know that it never will again