I walk into the back porch
Shivering, I sit down
I came out here to feel the cold, to feel anything
Later I heard them carry out your remains
I'm shaking as others pray
Walking home from art
I came home to ambulances and police cars
I walk in and they say your gone
I was lying on the floor as I heard him
On the telephone screaming no
I wish I could forget
Everything but those nights on the back porch
Where we talked about life
I wish I could tell you thanks for everything
Everything
I wish I could tell you thanks for everything