Last song

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The concert was coming to an end, when Andy announced the last song as The Morticians Daughter

 I open my lungs dear

I sing this song at funerals...no rush.

These lyrics heard a thousand times,

just plush.

A baby boy you've held so tightly,

This pain it visits almost nightly

Missing hotel beds,

I feel your touch.

As he sang the lyrics I held Ebony in my arms as she sang along with tears streaming down her face.

I will wait dear,

 a patient of eternity,

my crush

A universal still.

No rust.

No dust will ever grow on this frame,

One million years,

and I will say your name.

I love you more than I can ever scream.

We booked our flight those years ago,

I said I loved you as I left you.

Regrets still haunt my hollow head,

But I promised you that I will see you again

Again.

As I listenedbtobher sing the words I realized its the song that was played while they had their first dance, it was also the song Eric had played at his funeral.

I sit here and smile dearI smile because I think of you and I blush.

These bleeding hollow dials...this fuss.

A fuss is made of miles and travels

When roadways are but stones and gravel.

A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.

As I held her in my arms ans she sang quietly to herself as I held her tighter than ever.

We booked our flight those years agoyou said you loved me as you left me.

Regrets still haunt your saddened head

But I promised you that I will see you,

We booked our flight those years ago

I said I loved you as I left you

Regrets no longer in my head,

But I promised you

promised you and now I'm home again again again

I'm home again again again

I'm home again.

As the song finished she looked at me and said 'He should be here, but he's not and now I'm alone' As she said that I held her close and said 'I know it feels like your alone but you will always have me' I kissed hrr forehead and just held her as she sobbed into my shoulder.

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