I carry you with me,
a ghost inside
and in these shattered arms
you're still alive.
I carry you with me,
a holy shrine
and dogs and angels follow
right behind.

And could I be walking higher,
Could I be right beside her?

The bones they buried
will feed the trees
but every word you ever spoke
is still in me.

And could I be walking higher,
Could I be right beside her?

And I will feel for you in the music.
And I will send that river home.
And I will cry for you sometimes
when the night is down.
And I will raise my head up to the
mountains,
talk to the birds and I fly
'cause the spirit lives on,
when the body dies

And could I be walking higher,
Could I be right beside her?
Could I be walking higher
Could I be right beside her?