our mortician's daughter by julia steiner
our mortician's daughter
Running across the big, big mountain
There is no way to go
How many lives have reached their endings
Silently killed by the snowfall of the ghosts?
Their bodies are clean, they make their music
From under rock and roll
Can we confirm their wayward spirits
Are something more than the souls of what we’re told?
Channeling all these than age-old questions
Mind knows where it’s been
Then how does it ever seem to happen?
The daylight starts just as nighttime rushes in?
I don’t know what to do without you
Look at the clock, its porcelain doll face
Is actually made of snow
Father awakes to greet the daylight
His great mortal cause has filled this heart with hope