What's O'Clock/A Grave Song
A GRAVE SONG
I've a pocketful of emptiness for you, my Dear. I've a heart like a loaf was baked yesteryear, I've a mind like ashes spilt a week ago, I've a hand like a rusty, cracked corkscrew.
Can you flourish on nothing and find it good?Can you make petrifaction do for food? Can you warm yourself at ashes on a stone? Can you give my hand the cunning which has gone?
If you can, I will go and lay me down And kiss the edge of your purple gown. I will rise and walk with the sun on my head. Will you walk with me, will you follow the dead?