i carry you with me,
a ghost inside
and in these shattered arms
you're still alive.
i carry you with me,
a holy shrine
and dogs and angels follow
right behind.
and could i be walking higher,
could i be right beside her ?
the bones they buried
will feed the trees
but every word you ever spoke
is still in me.
and could i be walking higher,
could i be right beside her ?
and i will feel for you in the music.
and i will send that river home.
and i will cry for you sometimes
when the night is down.
and i raise my head up to the mountains,
talk to the birds and i fly
'cause the spirit lives on,
when the body dies
and could i be walking higher,
could i be right beside her?
could i be walking higher
could i be right beside her? |