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