Beautiful Tomb - Emily Davis

One day, one day I’ll be

One day, one day I’ll be

Scattered beneath a canopy of leaves

And that’s fine by me

Maybe, maybe I’ll be

Maybe I’ll become a tree

That lovers and children can sit underneath

A towering, silent company I’ll be

I’ll be, I’ll be

I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be

One day, one day I’ll be

One day, one day I’ll be

Strewn about some foreign sea

And I swear that’s fine by me

Maybe, maybe I’ll be

In each wave beckoning

Boats back home to family

A cresting, crashing company I’ll be

I’ll be, I’ll be

I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be

Well, you can see my breath dissipate across the night

A stale cigarette throwing out its last light

You can see my breath, I love how it ends

‘Cause you know the worst kind of curse is permanence

So let the earth receive what was once wrought from its womb

My beautiful mother, my beautiful tomb

My beautiful mother, my beautiful tomb

One day, one day I’ll be… I’ll be, I’ll be

I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be