Lily – Bill CallahanBy I started writing your death songLong before you were goneYou could’ve had a lifeNot under my penEyes turned to ice, when pulse was slowedIce turned to tears, when we drew closeLike the trees that protect the fawnWhen mother is goneI wanted to put on your favourite songA gift still sealed, thirty years onYou showed me middle CAnd how you wept insideCrying like a cold apple criesI held the elevator for your soulYou give your body back, when you goThe Gurney wheel screamed all down the hallJust like a seagull screaming down the hallThe medium said, you were sticking around halfwayTo make sure my boy was okayWhich the roots?Which the tree?Which the pond?Which the lily?Cast them to the windAnd ride the wind, ride the wind, rideCast them to the windAnd ride the wind, with the wind you’ll ride www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20