Kala

Do you recognize me

here on this sleeper train

and do you feel the painGrowing into the night, Mary

and i can feel the taste

of your birthday cake

remember how it was

to hold you into my arms, Mary.It wasnt there

the summer lights aroundi wasnt there

his hand upon my knees

And were gone

across the sunny streetsAnd were gone

the day you died, Mary

and we go faster now

together throught the fields

here on this sleeper train

and i can touch your face, Mary.The precious things weve done

hidden under my skin

i let you sleep a while

i leet you sleep

a while, Mary.It was there

the summer lights around

i was there

his hand upon my knees

and were gone

across the sunny streets.And were gone

the day you died, Mary