If i died tomorrow

would this song live on forever?

and here is my

unopened letter to a world

that never shall reply

if i died tomorrow

would this song live on forever?

and here is my

unopened letter to a world

that never shall reply

never shall reply

from this second story window

i can hear the church bells calling out my name

this table is set for one

even angels would be homesick

in this forsaken town

on random notes of parchment

i’m scrawling my existence

dressed in white

this candle radiates throughout the night

and it’s never burning out

never burning out

from this second story window

i can hear the children down on main street

they’re singing their songs tonight

in the shadows i will listen to their every movement

Mr. Higginson am i not good enough for the world?

am i destined only to die

the same way that i lived,

its seclusion?

but high up on this mountain

i can almost see your lonely window sill

they’ll carry you off tonight

there’s a ghost in your old bedroom

and a candle burning bright

if i die tomorrow

will this song live on forever?