𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

Let your music flow

Through my fingertips,

Up my arms,

Into my lips.

Let me feel your love,

Deep in my mind,

Close to my heart,

But Orpheus, don't look behind.

I'm here, my love,

In the world, we have loads to find,

We'll do it all together,

But Orpheus, don't look behind.

Sing your songs,

And I'll dance blind,

Keep your voice high,

But Orpheus, don't look behind.

But I feel a wind,

Oh, darling, did I not remind?

Take my words of farewell,

And Orpheus .........