Epitaph
Frank Eisensehr, Benjamin Lippert
There's still light in the house you lived
But you are not at home
A worn out tape of "Morning Glory?"
Distracts me from being alone
I was walking past one night
And still could not believe
That you're gone and left me with
Nothing up my sleeve
There's still light in the house you lived
But you are not at home
A worn out tape of "Morning Glory?"
Distracts me from being alone
I was walking past one night
And still could not believe
That you're gone and left me with
Nothing up my sleeve