Mission for the Dead

Copper, copper lined with gold

Here’s some pennies for your trouble,

And we’ll see how far you go

With loose change.

I would pay for you to come,

Just to sit and look out windows.

We could do nothing at all.

You don’t know what it is to know you.

You don’t know what it is to know you.

Conquest,

This is a mission for the dead.

We can talk about the old days

Or talk of ones we’ve never had.

At railways,

I would hold you in my arms,

Then I’d throw you to the heavens -

Go see if you can find your God.

You don’t know what it is to miss you.

You don’t know what it is to miss you.

You don’t know what it is to miss you.

(You say that sometimes you do.)

You don’t know what it is to miss you.

(You say that sometimes you do.)

The patterns on the wall,

The tea stain on the floor,

The photos by my bed -

These are the ways you still exist.

The patterns on the wall,

The tea stain on the floor,

The photos by my bed -

These are the ways you still exist.