Hey piano player
Won’t you wrap me in your notes?
This is the death chant
The death dance
Lovely as all I’ve ever known
Hey blues singer
Won’t you carry me home?
Beaten and bound
To love something that can’t love
I see through you
My little rockstar
Moving idly
On your big old stage
No one but I
Will remember your name
I don’t know if it’s you
Or the angels I hear
I never thought a soul like mine
Could deserve a sight like yours
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