Your Lonely Hearse

Oh, we wept

I'll miss the songs you sang to me
Perfect, the words upon your lips
The liquid light that soothed our hearts
Fills up the sea where you lay to rest

Grasping a box of your dry, dead remains
The time has come; I must cast you away
Blistering cold atop the peak from which you leapt
The earth stood still in wait as ashes filled the sea view

The way we were
Falls gently to the shore

On we tread

Beneath a sky that's far from blue
To wait for stars, now grey and still
And watch the tide, your lonely hearse
Take you from me, from this lowly earth



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Chorley
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