Where will you go now that you're alone? I'll dig a hole bury
Some bones. What will you do when it just burns? I'll figure
Somethin new to learn. What will you see when his face fades
Away? I'll se his things I'll see his grave
Stay inside my hands aren't fit to pray today. Willing but unable
To come out and play. This is something pouring thru me. I close
My eyes you come right to me
Shall I fold you under and under again so that you are so tiny
That no one can see? And it'll be alright for me to carry you
Around with me. Shall I fold you like a dead poem and put you
In a teacup with a crack and the broke off handle that I can't
Throw away? But I can't drink either cuz it's all busted up and
Spilling down
Spilling down my hands aren't fit to pray today. Willing but unable
To come out and play. This is something pouring thru me. I close
My eyes you come right to me