Sixpence None The Richer Dresses
In the middle of my mourning Sits joy like ahappy child In the middle of this death I must cry with life for a while And death is great We are in his keep, laughing and whole When we feel deep in life He dares weep, deep in our soul And you are gone But you are perfect now And you like to dress You wear dresses that never fade And you are gone (my mother cried she said you'd gone away) But you are perfect now (and now a part of me must do the same) And you like to dress (but i know i must be thankful) You wear dresses that never fade You wear dresses that never fade
