I'll hold your hand while you die
Delineate through your pale eyes
A shallow grey matching walls

I remember when

You were so full of life, chasing birds in stride
You would point to the red tails and you'd explain
The ones who came before
They said "those are incarnate watching us"

It never occurred that I'd have to search
For your comfort between branches and leaves
Branches and all the leaves

You were so full of life, chasing birds in stride
You would point to the red tails and you'd explain
The ones before us, they once said
"Those are incarnate watching over us"

It never occurred that I'd have to search
For your comfort between the branches and the leaves
And everything that you were was compressed
To a matter, all that's left, I will bring to the lake

Your death makes me wish that heaven was real
Your death makes me wish that heaven was real
I'm trying to believe, I swear
Your death makes me wish that heaven was real
But I'm trying to believe
That I'll see you soon in your new home