Sealed in the ground, wrapped in a lilac dress
Some people came, no one you remember though
The preacher sang loud hoping you’d hear
A few of us cried thinking of empty houses.
Some people came, no one you remember though
The pews were missing some cotton padding
A few of us cried thinking of empty houses
In the air was shoe polish and perfume.
The pews were missing some cotton padding
I spoke but left my child voice at home
In the air was shoe polish and perfume
Winter got us back for all the warm days.
I spoke but left my child voice at home
A blue casket just like your husband
Winter got us back for all the warm days
Two handsome men with open arms.
A blue casket just like your husband
I guess Someone grew tired of waiting
Two handsome men with open arms
Your body got worn out anyway.
I guess Someone grew tired of waiting
Sealed in the ground, covered in lilac dress
Your body got worn out anyway
Some people came, no need to remember who.
Tyler Strittmatter 