I'll put the coffee on
And rid all the eyes of sleep
Then, in the magic hour
We'll shake our bones and then we'll speak
Unfold the grand plans we've made
And then we'll walk the dogs again
January crawls along
I'll make you so proud of me
Just look at the nest we've made
And put my dreams there with your dream
And stack them as high as it goes
Disregard all below
A Protestant funeral
A brow stained with wine
Your hand in mine
Alone and fine
Your hand in mine
Alone and fine
When I was nine or ten
I was afraid of the dark
And I know it's a common fear
But I'm thirty-eight and still afraid, and here we are
I've been alive this whole time
And it's such a shame to think
Of the years you weren't here
A Protestant funeral
A room with a view
Your hand in mine
Alone and in bloom
Your hand in mine
Alone and in bloom
Your hand in mine
Alone and in bloom
Your hand in mine
Alone and in bloom
Your hand in mine
Alone
