Christopher

Verse Up on a mountain over the plains Christopher sat with his hands to his face This urn is her casket, this ash her remains It doesn't feel right just to throw it away So he kept it with him everywhere that he strayed With long narrow shadows he shouldered the weight If I keep her with me, then I'll keep her safe He choked down the words that he wanted to say Wish I could run from the place that poisons my passion away Wish I never wrote her anything Let this be the last song I sing Interlude Verse Grooves in his shoulders, the urn still in his clasp Christopher struggled against the river so fast Imaginary messiahs like the world on his back pushed him under the current where he drowned with the ash There's no moral to your story Yeah they're lying again my friend There's no moral to your story, my friend Say goodbye to the place that poisons your passion away If you write a lost love anything Don't let it be the last song you sing Outro