Are you jealous? Are you jealous?
Are you jealous of the dead?
You have to share me with them
And there is no end.

You can tear all the pages
From my books that you searched,
But you will never remove him,
Or the mountains of hurt.

Are you jealous? Are you jealous?
Are you jealous of the dead?
He sits where you can't reach him
He sleeps in my bed.

Are you jealous? Are you jealous?
Are you jealous of the dead?
They are written and punctuated
And we are messy and unplanned.

Are you jealous? Are you jealous?
Are you jealous of the dead?
They are all around us,
And they've gone past the end.