Under the newborn tree, oh We left your body in a box. I've waited for your ghost to Haunt this home and keep us warm. I hope you've finally found your way.
Don't you worry, Death will keep you company. I've been worried for you.
Abide the ancient words. Your body turns to soil without a fight. And I can finally hear your ghost tonight, But what's the point? I hope you're too ashamed to speak.
Don't you worry, Death will keep you company. I've been worried for you.
