Lyrics:

As frail hinges pivot on a case's door
Commemorative souvenirs from places
Containers change with each occasion
A cellophane encased display of paper certificate

To credit years of service
A tool of central enterprises
The only hope for permanence
The words, the rings, consistency

The social security, a miracle's high tragedy
Thought mistaken for a memory
Clear the dust from smiles in boxes
Pass a patterned wall, recall their voices

A local post will list your friends
In order of disappearance
The lawn scattered, tins feed birds
A portion baked for absent guests

And the mass edition icon
God sent comfort, your salvation
But who grants absolution
For sins that never were committed

Tension makes a tangle of each thought
Becomes an inconvenience
Sound as it never penetrates
As servile edges break and feint

Thought mistaken for a memory
A dress length assassination
A fractured family tie, another christening
Christening

A fractured family tie and another christening
Christening, christening

Thought mistaken for a memory
A dress length assassination
A fractured family tie, another christening
A christening

A fractured family tie and another christening
Christening, christening, christening

Songwriters
Natalie Merchant;John Lombardo

Published by
CHRISTIAN BURIAL MUSIC