I carry you with me,

a ghost inside

and in these shattered arms

you're still alive.

I carry you with me,

a holy shrine

and dogs and angels follow

right behind.



And could I be walking higher,

could I be right beside her?



The bones they buried

will feed the trees

but every word you ever spoke

is still in me.



And couldI be walking higher,

could I be right beside her?



And I will feel for you in the music.

And I will send that river home.

And I will cry for you sometimes

when the night is down.

And I raise my head up to the mountains,

talk to the birds and I fly

'cause the spirit lives on,

when the body dies.



And could I be walking higher,

could I be right beside her?

Could I be walking higher

Could I be right beside her?



niko