Your distant light fighting for breath at the surface
My loss of words has no real ungrateful purpose
I'm not as tragic as I used to be
I still remember the last thing you said to me
Two birds hovering
Far above the bed you lay
And I'm a thousand miles away
Dragged down, slowly
Spent eight weeks in slow decay
Knowing why you could not stay
Pictures of you showed you were young and looked just like her
That memory of your life burns still in my mind, flickering.
You were buried up high on a hill
I have been absent but I am there still
Two birds hovering
Far above the bed you lay, and I'm a thousand miles away
Dragged down, slowly
Spent eight weeks in slow decay
Knowing why you could not stay
I don't wanna think of death
Just the things I know you heard
I don't wanna be famous
I just want to stay familiar