You know you're not dead

Send me a note that I might know with all my aching heart
Send me the dirt that I might hold so that I know where to start
And send me alive for I am not rich
Send me alive for I am not rich
Before my aching heart
Before my aching heart

And send me a hope so I might hold cause all my body aches
Send me the earth so I might put this letter up on a stake
Send me a hope that I might not wretch
Send me a hope that I might not wretch
Before my aching heart
Before my aching heart

Cause the worst,
Can you not see?
That nothing else matters
Cause you are my body
And you are my arms
So come on girl,
You know you're not dead
You know you're my heart
You know you're not open wide

And sing out the note so I can hear just like when we're alone
Sing out the notes so they can burn a pattern across the soul
Sing me the note so that I can burn
Sing me the note so that I can burn
Before my aching heart
Before my aching heart

Cause the worst,
Can you not see?
That nothing else matters
Cause you are my body
And you are my arms
So come on girl,
You know you're not dead
You know you're my heart
You know you're not open wide

So bury me
And weird dreams of love
Well you are my home
Bury me
And dreams of growing old
With you in my arms

So bury me, oh bury me

Send me a note that I might know with all my aching heart
Send me the dirt that I might hold so that I know where to start
Send me alive for I am not rich
Send me alive for I am not rich
And you're my aching heart
And you're my aching heart now