Bones

I hope they bury me
Somewhere near your body
Fertile ground
Let roots wind through our bones and touch
The same as we are now
We'll be the same as we are now
Though not exactly
We'll both be dead and in the ground

I hope they bury me
Somewhere near your body
And use big stones
So future us can find the bones
Collect them in our homes
We'll double bodies in our homes
Though not exactly
One set will just be filthy bones



Credits
Writer(s): John L'etoile
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