May Seem Macabre

We're both swept up in white

Through misty eyes they say the fabric's nice

Your eyes shut peacefully

Your hair's combed straight and we are both washed clean

We're pale and cold and dry

They've done their best to make us go in style

May seem macabre, but it's beautiful

If the body hosts our souls

They're homeless now and circle over us

Can still inherit a sense of belonging

When they're seeing us as two

Sculptures lying entangled

I never felt as home as when I'm next to you

May seem macabre, but it's beautiful

You're white from powder

Our mothers talk as if they were best friends

May seem macabre, but to have you there

Makes leaving seem fair, makes leaving seem fair