Thoushaltnot All That's Left
My dearest friend, take these books of mine
You always loved the words that dreamt inside
Perhaps they'll show you places I never found
My brother take these clothes of mine
In which I always looked so stylish and refined
They'll be much warmer here above the ground
And while summer is bright on the walk
Bending shadows like hands on a clock
Maybe I can find some shade under this tree
There could just be some rest in this for me
My sister, take all my photographs
May faces of friends and family let you laugh
And keep your memories happy and clear
My lover, heart, take these songs I wrote
Play them years from now when you are old
And perhaps someday someone will hear
And in this air so still and strange
If I close my eyes, will the wind change?
If you listen closely, you might hear me sing
Take all that's left, take everything
