A Viewing
cry to me from wooden benches, purses
close and sew your pretty eyes shut
it's your funeral from 1 to 3
they never knew you were suicidal
you tried a hundred dresses on but
you're not feeling all that bridal
dead love, i never meant to lay you out
dead love, what's hunting you down
has turned me around
languidly beside me keeping granite hands
on polished granite shoulders
it's your funeral from 1 to 3
they never knew you were still deciding
some traded you for sympathy
some were never worth inviting
dead love, i never meant to lay you out
dead love, what's hunting you down
has turned me around
long before you love was at my door
the letter was dated but can't resurrect what you mean
one down, one for the team
Una Visita
llora hacia mí desde los bancos de madera, bolsos
cerca y cose tus lindos ojos cerrados
es tu funeral de 1 a 3
ellos nunca supieron que eras suicida
te probaste cien vestidos pero
no te sientes tan nupcial
amor muerto, nunca quise exhibirte
amor muerto, ¿qué te está persiguiendo?
me ha dado la vuelta
languideciendo a mi lado manteniendo manos de granito
en hombros de granito pulidos
es tu funeral de 1 a 3
ellos nunca supieron que aún estabas decidiendo
algunos te cambiaron por simpatía
algunos nunca valieron la pena invitar
amor muerto, nunca quise exhibirte
amor muerto, ¿qué te está persiguiendo?
me ha dado la vuelta
mucho antes de que el amor estuviera en mi puerta
la carta estaba fechada pero no puede resucitar lo que significas
uno abajo, uno por el equipo
Escrita por: Rachel Flotard