I carry you with me, a ghost inside and in these shattered arms you're still alive. I carry you with me, a holy shrine and dogs and angels follow right behind.
And could I be walking higher, could I be right beside her?
The bones they buried will feed the trees but every word you ever spoke is still in me.
And couldI be walking higher, could I be right beside her?
And I will feel for you in the music. And I will send that river home. And I will cry for you sometimes when the night is down. And I raise my head up to the mountains, talk to the birds and I fly 'cause the spirit lives on, when the body dies.
And could I be walking higher, could I be right beside her? Could I be walking higher Could I be right beside her?