The Mortician's Daughter [2010 We Stitch These Wounds]
I open my lungs dear, I sing this song at funerals... No rush. These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush. A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly. Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.
I will wait dear, A patient of eternity, my crush. A universal still, No rust. No dust will ever grow in this frame, One million years I will say your name. I love you more than I can ever scream.
We booked our flight those years ago, I said I love you as I left you. Regrets still haunt my hollow head, But I promised you I will see you again, again.
I sit here and smile dear, I smile because I think of you and blush. These bleeding hollow dials... This fuss. A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel. A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch.
We booked our flight those years ago, You said you loved me as you left me. Regrets still haunt your saddened head but I promised you I will see you. We booked our flight those years ago, I said I loved you and I left you. Regrets no longer in my head, I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again.