Hello, I say, over here in this dusty old vase
Light a candle for me, I haven't yet gotten to the end of this maze
There are no jeanie escapes, your rubs would all be in vain
But you could relieve me of my pain by lighting a fire in my name
Don't throw my writings in it, you might just burn my diary
The only thing I left behind besides these ash remains
Ashes to ashes, body and pages
Let my mind live through the ages