Veil/Chapel

I see you in the cemetery
Watch you disappear
Counting all the gravestones
Do you know that I am near?
Your footprints led me through a maze of wire and snow
If I pocketed your sun, would you ever know?

I found your skin and bone
Beneath the trees I've grown
I took you to the haunted house
To keep you from that home
And as you're getting cold
Your skeleton turns old
When the church bells ring
The bird will never sing

Abandoned in a box
Made of sticks and rocks
Wheeled into the waiting room
Sit idle by the clock
Stitches split your skin
The shapes they draw are thin
The nurses gather round
To hear your sacred sound

The hold I dug for you
Is wide enough for two
Buried by your mother's house
Beside the morning dew
Your coffins made of bolts
You haven't got a clue