Gifts and flowers lay upon the lid of pink silk above
your face tears make a river of diamonds in the dark
our daddy breaks down at the funeral home flies and
relations make an annoying sound we sit or wander 'round
the room ribbons are folded on the rose bouquets i
hear a voice that sounds so much like yours please,
please come back to me i cry and talk to you through
the bathroom wall oh please,
come back tp me playing in cleveland on a wednesday
night recovering from the night before i'm broken and
crying in the ladies room the opening band is banging
out their song i built a shrine on the kitchen wall
with flowers and florida souveniers you were walking
through the house last night i knew it was you from the space in your steps