Dresses - Sixpence None The Richer

In the middle of my mourning

Sits joy like ahappy child

In the middle of this death

I must cry with life for a while

And death is great

We are in his keep, laughing and whole

When we feel deep in life

He dares weep, deep in our soul

And you are gone

But you are perfect now

And you like to dress

You wear dresses that never fade

And you are gone

(my mother cried she said youd gone away)

But you are perfect now

(and now a part of me must do the same)

And you like to dress

(but I know I must be thankful)

You wear dresses that never fade

You wear dresses that never fade