You live in a cave, one made of drapes
A hint of perfume from your personal maid
Whose scrubs make her arms look too big for her frame
For the life of me I can't remember her name
Refraining to speak, except to myself
And mostly it's prayers to keep in good health
You'll never die
I live in a thought, one that's homemade
While my physical body's turning in my grave
My spirit's working on building a new brain
But it doesn't know how
I reach my arm across the bed and hold your hand
The angel of state can't wait to seize all your land
But you'll never die
You weren't there when I needed you
I watched you going under
You'll never die