Текст Kimya Dawson – For Boxer

Flying, sailing, dying, same thing

When you get to heaven find all of my friends there
Tell them that I miss them and I’ll see them when I’m done here

Flying, sailing, dying, same thing

And I think about them almost every single night
Sometimes I get so sad and scared I sleep with the lights on

Flying, sailing, dying, same thing

I hope you no that losing you’s the hardest thing on earth for me
I love you so very much my pretty little kitty

Flying, sailing, dying, same thing