My dad came through and he said
"I've never been more close to you, and more here
When I was living, I couldn't be close to you
I was not ready
I didn't know
I tried
I was so happy to be your dad
I tried
But I couldn't
But now I'm here"
I don't really believe in the falling
I don't really believe in the falling things at all
Oh, no, no, no, no
Ritualistic, ah
My ghost of doubt
Forty-nine days
They left at six a.m.
Everything's in flux
I held her, kissed her
I'd wake up in the morning
And feel like I had to construct myself every day from the ground up
No, no, no, no, no
Looking at everything with fresh eyes
No, no, no, no, no
I knew he was gone, but I knew he was not gone
No, no, no, no, no
If they don't live physically
No, no, no, no, no
Around you, they live through you
It was also a kind of a, a liberation
The more you talk about them
The more you think of them
They're still here
I don't really believe in the falling things at all
They're still lighting up
I'm falling back
I caught you
I don't really believe in the falling
No, no, no, no, no
