Dirt Doesn't Travel

Under the new born tree, oh

We left your body in a box

I'll pray for your ghost to haunt this home

And keep us warm

I hope you 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 will set you free

I will celebrate

A different side of me