I then sang this:
A dark congregation of familiar faces gathered around the quiet earth
A red rose fell upon the soft snow, prayers were whispered so slow from our mouths
Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping
Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You're gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us
We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth
A fear that I cannot shape - you dared to kiss the face of the night
Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway
Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You're gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us
Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls
We, we are alone, I know you're gone
Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You're gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us
At the end of the song, I was listening to the messages on my phone, and heard an old message of my mother's where she laughed and jokingly berated me for being so late.
The shock of hearing my mother's voice so perfectly woke me up.
