I have dreams of caressing your face,
And it's cold,
And it's dead.
But I'm more alive than ever
And I'm standing on your grave
Waiting for you to rise up
Out of the hollow earth you lay in.

The way you'd laugh and wave
Every time my sad heart
Would pass your lively, beautiful soul.

My love for your dead body
Is no less than the love I felt for your beating heart.