The loaf, the bread box
The stove and the frying pan
None of these are living things
But each go hand in hand
Now I stand all alone here
Knowing something's wrong
No, I'm not dead but you're still gone
Why should I stay
On our branch and tree
If I can't be alive with you
And you alive with me
Now I sit wondering how I'll carry on
No, I'm not dead but you're still gone
It don't have to be this way
No, Not for all our days
The fact that we might be sick
Don't make us different
Now I lay crying, barely holding on
No, I'm not dead but you're still gone