Under the new born tree, oh.
We left your body in a box.
I've waited for your ghost to haunt this home and keep us warm.
I hope you've finally found your way.
Don't you worry death will keep you company.
I've been worried for you.
Above the ancient room your body turns to soil without a fight.
And I can finally hear your ghost tonight but what's the point?
I hope you're too ashamed to speak.
Don't you worry death will keep you company.
I've been worried for you.
Speak to me I'll set you free.
I'll celebrate a different side of me.