A picture frame

You'll miss my hands
After I'm gone
You'll miss my lips
In the morning
When the sun shines down
Yellow on your bonzai tree
You
Will think on me

I will never
Forget your name
No I will never
I will never be the same

You'll miss my hands
After I'm gone
You'll miss my eyes
You'll miss my songs
But I
Will never be home again

And we
Who loved so beautifully
Will be nothing nothing
But a memory

Hold my hand tonight