Your Death Makes Me Wish Heaven Was Real - Frail Body

I’ll hold your hand while you die

Delineate through your pale eyes

A shallow grey matching walls

I remember when

You were so full of life chasing birds in stride

You would point to red tails and you’d explain

The ones who came before

They said, «Those are incarnate watching us»

It never occurred

That I would have to search

For your comfort between branches and leaves

Branches and all the leaves

You were so full of life chasing birds in stride

You would point to red tails and you’d explain

The ones before us they once said

«Those are incarnate watching us»

It never occurred

That I would have to search

For your comfort between the branches and the leaves

And everything that you were was compressed

To a matter all that’s left

I will bring to the lake

Your death makes

Me wish that

That heaven was real

I’m trying to believe I swear

But I’m trying to believe

That I’ll see you soon

In your new home