Silver Needle of Pine

Every day in the dim lit room
He felt her skin turn white
Cold and moist like dead fish
Staring out of tarnished water
He cast his line
To bring her back to her mind
Silver needle of pine
Tapped above her lip

Am I ready to go
You're not ready to go

Her static breath began to hum
Soon rushing out in song
Then tumbled out a skull-full of tears
Was it joy or something wrong
The agony of waking up the dead
Silver needle of pine
Tapped above his lip

I'm ready for you to go
It's too late to go