Guggenheim Wax Museum

All I found in Harrow's Field

Were furrows, dark, that would not yield

The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave

Of an earth made of things I cannot say

And build a cenotaph that stands

Where we once kneeled

Saying, "Oh"

Saying, "Oh"

"I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive"

Saying, "Oh"

Saying, "Oh"

"I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive"

But no one really is