She moved from Lynbrook, to Brooklyn Back to Lynbrook in a coffin Don't leave me here to rot In this wretched plot Just burn my body into the sky And put my ashes on a flight Back to her She moved from SF to Oakland Back to SF, all broken She emptied out most her veins And fed the trees Just burn her body into the sky And put her ashes on a flight Back to me And when the weather allows You can see them in the clouds Safe with the knowledge We'll never touch the ground again She said, "stay here with me We'll never get married" To be dead and in love To be dead and in love To be dead and in love