First to Leave the Funeral - Akercocke

With honesty I repay you

With clarity I betray you

Place my hands gently

Over your ears

To save you the sound

Of my scream

A retreat into reverie

The ghost of hands held tight

If the eyes are closed

Perhaps you never walked away

Cold to the bone

Cold as a grave

The memories

The rain

The tears

The rain is a gift

From the night

When was was the last moment

No final touch

What were the last words?

No final words

When was the last glance?

No final look

From beginning

To end

These are the same stars

That watched you