If i died tomorrow would this song live on forever? here is my unopened letter to a world that never shall reply
if i died tomorrow would this song live on forever? here is my unopened letter to a world that never shall reply
never shall reply from this second story window i can hear the church bells calling out my name this table is set for one even angels would be homesick in this forsaken town
on random notes of parchment i'm scrawling my existence dressed in white
this candle radiates throughout the night and it's never burning out
never burning out from this second story window i can hear the children down on main street they're singing their songs tonight
in the shadows i will listen to their every movement
Mr. Higginson am i not good enough for the world?
am i destined only to die the same way that i lived, in seclusion?
but high up on this mountain i can almost see your lonely window sill
they'll carry you off tonight
there's a ghost in your old bedroom and a candle burning bright