The Bison - The Day I Found Dave Dead

Riding to your house Sunday
It was noon-ish, and the wind, it was ok
You were sitting in the main room, in your chair
They told me that you may not be quite well
But your lips were pale, and your eyelids stood still

I took you back, back into your room
And how weirdly it felt to breathe for you
Your mother she showed up so composed
Your sister had to pour out all her woes
And Isabel, she cried, though she couldn't have known why

And out the door, spring petals were borne
Just as they're wont to do

She likes it when I whistle little things
'Bout the Sun, and its coming to darling
So I plunked this little tune while the light
Shone peaceful all over her blue eyes
And David lied still in the room, where he will

If all the things we strive to keep
Were wounded, I would keep them still

Written by:
Kevin Lauterjung

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