Wesley Smith - Alma, NB Lyrics

When I fall asleep
Adorned shape, plastic sheets
Floating like a ghost
I am so close
Even death
Holds its breath
Waiting for good bye

Living room, long dead cartoons
I saw you sitting there
At arms length, I feel your strength
Despite the empty chair

Signs announce your name
Motel vacancy, silent rain
I sat in the car
What can be said?
Nothing left
To address
Whispering good bye

Afternoon, piano tune
Pictures lead upstairs
On the bed, I rest my head
I felt so far from you

Lungs spread to the heart
No song to sing
No mourning hymn
Upper Salmon River bed
Ferns at Dickson Falls

I thought closeness came in life
But maybe I was wrong
I thought I had lost my chance
But maybe it's not gone

Alma Parish
None reside
I feel you in the room

All will perish
None will die
I feel so close to you