The mortician's wife
Dainty, cold and limp
Your hand I hold in mine
Dear
Dainty, cold and sweet
Your voice beckons me
Dear
"Come to me my darling
I'll hold you close if you'll
Jump into the light for me
Tell me that you love me
And join me
Come with me."
Strong, warm and painful
But no regret from me
The jump into your cold embrace
To feel your warmth anew.












