Walk with me
Into the house of mourning
You can wear white
If you desire
Every tear
Drunk in the holy chalice
Carries me away
From the hollow faces
The joy of grief
The sorrow in peace
It's a terrible mess
To scatter your ashes
Love is what we hold
What we hold
What we hold
Love is what we hold
What we hold
What we hold
Have you seen
The hawk circling the treetop
He hasn't left his post
Since you passed
Drag a chair to the
Corner of the garden
It's there I can smell
Your breath in the outside
The joy of grief
The sorrow in peace
It's a terrible mess
To scatter your ashes
Love is what we hold
What we hold
What we hold
What we hold
Love is what we hold
What we hold
What we hold
Love is what we hold
Love is what we hold
Love is what we hold
Love is what we hold