A rifle sits behind your sleeping ear.
Echo on the cold wall,
closest neighbour couldn`t hear.
We`d dug a hole in the fall,
so now it`s a frozen burial.
And she`s gone,
just before the new year.
Well, I`m gonna build a cross for a spot between the trees
and stick it in firm so it won`t sway in their breeze.
Well, you and I have trouble makin` up our half-assed minds,
but she`d seen sixteen years of our kind.
What`s it like when your memories start to freeze?
Oh, and I wonder
what it is about dogs and thunder,
what they hear
comin` over the field.
Back hall shelter, warm nights in summer,
shakin` the ground that you lie under.
Well, I know you`re not here,
but at least you don`t feel it anymore.
And I came to see you
on the day that it happened.
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