i can't go in the room
you're wrapped in white
why everywhere a gloom
why a candle as your light

they're putting you in ground
you can't really be dead
you're not making a sound
is this what they dread

it must be my head
it cannot be real
you're still there in bed
you'll ask how i feel

i'll wake up soon
you'll be there for me
you'll sing me your tune
you'll tell your story

i'll comb your hair
I'll scratch your back
with your love in the air
there's nothing i lack