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Farewell to Ed |
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For Ed is dead |
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The careless boy |
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Laid to rest |
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A velvet floor |
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To place his head |
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An empty bed |
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A wooden chest |
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Still beautiful in death |
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The moisture fogs my breath |
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Two hundred lowered eyes |
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A hundred mute goodbyes |
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I never thought your threats would come good |
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You never did what you said you would |
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Your mum and dad |
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They look so old |
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All huddled up |
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In an inky cloak |
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I'm not surprised |
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This room is cold |
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It's empty too |
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It stinks of loss |
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I sat with Dan and drank some beer |
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We hadn't spoken since last year |
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I took his hand, led him upstairs |
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Silently drew his body near |
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I couldn't see, missed you so much |
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Missed you so much I had to **** |
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Between your sheets all childhood clean |
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The pillows painted with your dreams |
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I didn't want to stop and think |
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How I should've said a thousand things |
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Yeah, but hey |
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Like we agreed |
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I will be brave |
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I will pour whisky |
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On your grave |
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Smoke cigarettes |
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Amongst the stones |
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Sprinkle champagne |
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Upon your bones |
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If burial restricts your view |
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I'll bring the city here to you |
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I'll pack the river and the clock |
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Wrap it into a picnic box |
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With golden bows |
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And crystal mugs |
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My dancing heels |
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Will feel the mud |
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We'll disco boogie until the dawn |
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I'll teach this village how to mourn |
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My living room |
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In future times |
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You're just a face |
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Above my fire |
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A futile sound |
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A distant chime |
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I'll think of this |
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And I will cry |
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Perhaps I'll drop my task |
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The sound of shattered glass |
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Thought I forgot at last |
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Some things just never pass |
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Easy to say |
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Hard to believe |
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There'll come a day |
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That I don't grieve |
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Until the time |
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My body leaves |
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I will regret |
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That you don't breathe |
