"Walking Higher"

 

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 could I 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?

 

Heather Nova "Oyster"