if i die tomorrow

would this song live on forever

and here is my

unopened letter to a world

that never shall reply



from this second storey window

i can hear the churchbells calling out my name

this table is set for one



even angels would be homesick in this forsaken town



on random notes of parchment

im scrawling my existence

dressed in white.

this candle radiates throughout the nite

and its never burning out.

never burning out



from this second storey window

i can hear the children down on main street

theyre singing their songs tonite

in the shadows i will listen

to their every movement



mr higginson, am i not good enough for the world?

am i destined only to die

the same way that i lived -- in seclusion?



but high up on this mountain

i can almost see your lonely windowsill

that ill carry you off tonite

theres a ghost in your old bedroom

and a candle burning bright



if i die tomorrow

would this song live on forever?