Lyrics
Feeble with your morning prayer, offer a cup of warm
You left a shape like a battle wound, almost as big as a sun
Smile lines that resembled mine, may it never come undone
Through all these things you can live on
Small bites of birthday cake like a secret mouse
Wispy laugh on a telephone, you say I'm just like mum
Crayon drawings on the basement walls that we had drawn
Through all these things you can live on
Rolling hills whip around your shrine, my connection to the north
Hold close the fading echo of your little fragile paws
Goodbye, little wicker throne, where your love forever rests his eyes
Through all these things you can live on
You live on
You live on
