Père Lachaise
We took the train to Père Lachaise, on New Years’ Day and raised a glass,
A glass to you.
Was cold and snow began to fall around the stones and on the wall,
That lead to you
The only ghosts that I could see, come to plunder not to grieve
But they believe.
And only footsteps keep the beat beneath the cobbles where you sleep,
Still we believe
Ch –So did you slip your skin? Did you leave it all behind?
The riddle of the lizard king, who vanished right before our eyes
Or did you break on through to the other side?
I found my way to Père Lachaise’ the path ahead beyond my grasp.
That’s yours alone.
And when the words stuck in your throat, they found you pale and whiskey soaked
And cold as stone
Ch
We took the train to Père Lachaise on New Year’s Day and raised a glass
A glass to you
You kept them guessing to the end, that’s legacy enough,
My friend,
This one’s for you.
Ch