Lily

I started writing your death song Long before you were gone You could've had a life Not under my pen Eyes turned to ice, when pulse was slowed Eyes turned to tears, when we drew close Like the trees that protect the fall When mother is gone I wanted to put on your favourite song A gift still sealed, thirty years on You showed me, middle C And how you wept inside Crying like a cold apple, cries I held the elevator for your soul (ooh-ooh) It give your body back, when you go The Gurney wheel screamed all down the hall Just like a seagull screaming down the hall The medium said, you were sticking around halfway To make sure my boy was okay Which the roots? Which the tree? Which the pined? Which the lily? Cast them to the wind (ooh-ooh) And ride the wind, ride the wind, ride (ooh-ooh) Cast them to the wind and ride the wind, with the wind You'll ride