Under the newborn 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.
Abide the ancient words.
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.