In a box six feet under in the cold cold dirt
There's a heart no longer beating, slowly changing back to earth
But every sinew decomposing, atoms turning into ghosts
Holds the memories unfading of the girl I love the most
Every organ stuffed with cotton, atoms floating into space
Will go on forever longing for your face
It is lonely at the bottom it is quiet in the dark
But these eyes no longer shining see the colours of your heart
And on nights when you are lonely and on nights when you are cold
I'll be there reanimated I'll be there trying to hold you like
A gust of ectoplasm like a most determined will
thinner than the air but trying to hold you still
Because my love is stronger than what keeps us from falling apart
My love for you goes on much longer than the muscles of my heart
Our fragile bodies last about a hundred years at most
My devotion goes much further on as ghosts
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017