ALL THAT’S LEFT OF THIS LOVE
IS AN EXQUISITE CORPSE
ELEGANTLY DRESSED
HAIR AND MAKEUP DONE OF COURSE

ALL THAT’S LEFT TO DO NOW
IS PLACE IT IN THE GROUND
DROP THE CLODS IN ONE BY ONE
WALK AWAY WITHOUT A SOUND

MOURNING
ANOTHER MORNING
NOT A SINGLE TEAR TO SHED
LET’S NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE DEAD

MOURNING
ANOTHER MORNING
FOCUS ON THE ROAD INSTEAD
ANOTHER BODY’S UP AHEAD

ALL THAT’S LEFT OF THIS LOVE
A STONE ON FROZEN SOIL
I STAND ASIDE IN WONDER
MY BREATH A SMOKY COIL

ALL THAT’S LEFT TO DO NOW
IS THINK ON WHAT HAS CHANGED
THE PIECES ALL STILL LOOK THE SAME
BUT THE WORLD IS REARRANGED

MOURNING
ANOTHER MORNING
NOT A SINGLE TEAR TO SHED
LET’S NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE DEAD

MOURNING
ANOTHER MORNING
FOCUS ON THE ROAD INSTEAD
ANOTHER BODY’S UP AHEAD





MOURNING
ANOTHER MORNING
NOT A SINGLE TEAR TO SHED
LET’S NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE DEAD

MOURNING
ANOTHER MORNING
FOCUS ON THE ROAD INSTEAD
ANOTHER BODY’S UP AHEAD

WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?
WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?
WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?
WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?

WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?
WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?
WHO PICKS UP WHAT WE LET GO?
WHO PICKS UP WHEN WE LET GO?