The Burial Bell

I woke up crying in a marigold field
I heard a terrible chime come from some burial hill
My feet were freezing, weeds were wound in my hair
A lonely heaven was weeping, but her sun wasn't there

Choking, naked, with a bluff in my mouth
I stumbled blind to your bed to find your room had burned down
I rolled in ashes, every inch of my skin
Until so black was the flesh, you'd never know me again

But then at last the past is where the shadow will dwell
Keep casting at it and you never will tell
But once it seals and buries in a cold dirt cell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell

Time fell around me as the temple did rise
I turned as dry as a famine, grown as old as the sky
Then 'pon a hill beneath a marigold moon
They dug a hole for my shell and let me down to my tomb

And soon children playing by the marigold light
Would put an end to their game after a terrible sight
With fingers sprouting like the flowering buds
They found my rotten and clotted body, smothered in mud

But then at last the past is where the shadow will dwell
Keep casting at it and you never will tell
But once it seals and buries in a cold dirt cell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell

Well I loved you from the dawning
And I'll love you when I die
Still the tongue can't convey what I've done
Or why

But then at last the past is where the shadow will dwell
Keep casting at it and you never will tell
But once it seals and buries in a cold dirt cell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell
You'll be trapped and wishing for the burial bell