Bury me with ocre
Imitate my blood
Garnish me with mold
To keep my little corps
From growing cold
Send me an email and ask me what it's like
Send me an email and ask me what it's like
And if you get my out of office reply
Count it as a letter from the sky
And if you get my out of office reply
Count it as a letter from the sky
Bury my eyes deeper
Then the rest of me
Fill my guts with salt
And tie my quiet heart onto a tree
Send me an email and ask me what it's like
Send me an email and ask me what it's like
And if you get my out of office reply
Count it as a letter from the sky
And if you get my out of office reply
Count it as a letter from the sky
And if you get my out of office reply
Count it as a letter from the sky
