if i die tomorrow
would this song live on forever
and here is my
unopened letter to a world

that never shall reply

from this second storey window
i can hear the churchbells calling out my name
this table is set for one

even angels would be homesick in this forsaken town

on random notes of parchment
im scrawling my existence
dressed in white.
this candle radiates throughout the nite
and its never burning out.
never burning out

from this second storey window
i can hear the children down on main street
theyre singing their songs tonite
in the shadows i will listen
to their every movement

mr higginson, am i not good enough for the world?
am i destined only to die
the same way that i lived -- in seclusion?

but high up on this mountain
i can almost see your lonely windowsill
that ill carry you off tonite
theres a ghost in your old bedroom
and a candle burning bright

if i die tomorrow
would this song live on forever?