On the Radio (Regina Spektor)

This is how it works. It feels a little worse. Than when we drove our hearse right through that screaming crowd. While laughing up a storm until we were just bone. Until it got so warm that none of us could sleep. Then all the Styrofoam began to melt away. We tried to find some worms to aid in the decay, but none of them were home inside their catacomb. A million ancient bees began to sting our knees. While we were on our knees praying that disease, would leave the ones we love and never come again. And on the radio we hear November Rain. That solo's real long but its a pretty song. We listen to it twice, 'cause the dj was asleep.
This is how it works: You're young until you're not, you love until you dont, you try until you can. You laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath.
No, this is how it works: You peer inside yourself, you take the things you like, then try to love the things you took. And then you take the love you made, and stick it into some- someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood. And walking arm in arm, you hope it dont get harmed but even if it does you'll just do it all again.
And on the radio we hear November Rain. That solo's awful long but its a good refrain. We listen to it twice, 'cause the dj is asleep. On the radio. On the radio.