The Mortician's Daughter



I open my lungs dearI sing this song at funerals...no rush.These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.A baby boy you've held so tightly,This pain it visits almost nightlyMissing hotel beds, I feel your touch.
I will wait dear, a patient of eternity, my crushA universe so still.No rust.No dust will ever grow on this frame,One million years, I will say your name.I love you more than I can ever scream.
We booked our flight those years ago,I said I love you as I left you.Regrets still haunt my hollow head,But I promised you I will see you again, again.
I sit here and smile dearI smile because I think of you and I blush.These bleeding hollow dials...this fuss.A fuss is made of miles and travelsWhen roadways are but stones and gravel.A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.
We booked our flight those years agoyou said you loved me as you left me.Regrets still haunt your saddened headBut I promised you I will see you,
We booked our flight those years agoI said I loved you as I left youRegrets no longer in my head,But I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again, again.
I'm home again.