Wakes
Nina Nastasia
They've wrapped him in a sheet
He could be anyone
We say a psalm
As we would for anyone
And I've been here before
And I can't mend this living
I cannot mend this
You misunderstood
If what you want from me
Is to give thanks for this empty
Tenderness
And I've got too much left in me
To never wonder if there could be
Something else
I cannot mend this
I can't mend this
I can't mend this
I can't mend this
I can't mend this
I can't mend this living
I can't mend this living
I can't mend this living
I can't mend this living
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