• I hold til morning
    Your body, cold
    My heart 'tis mourning
    Til I am old
    My jagged breath
    Your lips are blue
    Imagining death
    They are seeing you.
    I hold my own
    Blood dark as night
    And through my sorrow
    Hold with might
    When all begins
    My life anew
    You'll hold my heart
    'Til life is through