I thought our bond so strong You'd reach me from beyond I looked for signs, knocks, ghosts and shadows What those people testify in talk-shows If you had only stayed a little bit longer You would have heard me sing And met my new daughter And sometimes I still hear the phone The one you thought meant that I was home But then I remember That I cried over and over And like the smell on your pillow case You were gone without a trace And you said: "till death tears us apart And hopefully a little after that" I bake the cakes you made But they never taste the same I scrape the nooks and crannies of my memories Stitching back the pieces of your stories If I had only told you a little bit sooner I would have held you tight To keep your soul well strapped And sometimes I still feel the warmth The one I found in your woolen arms But then I remember How your limbs became colder And like the plague of Medusa's stare You were stone and I was bare And you said we'd meet sometime somehow But I miss you now