Holding the dead The dead The dead The dead crooked body Of the man you left fast in your memory If you walked away Away Away Why do you still haunt me? Outside playing catch, catch, catch powerlines humming The last photographs of this father pretending To lunge to his death Death Death looped in unending To begin again Again Again So slowly dissolving whatever it meant Whatever the meaning I still feel your breath Your breath Your breath In the decades of morning Are you in this room? Are you in this room? Are you in this room? Is my heart your tomb? Is my heart your tomb? Is my heart your tomb? Is my heart your tomb? Is my heart your tomb? Is my heart your tomb?