Two strings short

Oh, I was waking in a blue box of songs
Had it been days or weeks or years with my eyes closed?
Oh, I was waking in a blue box of songs
Why had no one stopped me
from singing and thinking out loudly for so long?

It’s not your voice talking in me anymore
I’m still aware you exist and that’s more than I want to know
Oh, it’s as if we’re too wise to stay but too lost to go
I’m always two strings short or a few notes low

Death, be slow

Oh, I was waking in a blue box of songs
From the border of the world to the core of the earth
I was lingering too long

Half of him is love in a wooden shell
And the other half isn’t real to me
I just got to say farewell, I just got to say farewell

So how come his ghost reaches out to be?
And who will I tell all the things he told me?

It’s as if I’m too mad to stay but too caring to go
I’m always two strings short or a few notes low

Death, be slow

What kind of soul are you, recovering in my hands?
I saw them bury you, now you’re meant to be dead
What kind of past are you bringing into my dreams?
I am here with you now
or you’re here with me
it seems

What kind of gloom are you bathing in my hands?
I watched them bury you, now you’re meant to be dead
What kind of past are you bringing into my dreams?
I’m here with you now
or you’re here with me
it seems

Death, be slow
Death, be slow
Death, be slow
Death, be slow