He bears a weight of great love upon his shoulder Wears the scars of our love across his chest Hides the shadows of love lost in his heartbeat, In his footsteps
And I will bear his weight upon my shoulders Operate the scars he's caused me 'cross my breast Yeah the love I'm losin' him The flutter of his heartbeat in my footsteps
Build him a coffin with a door on two sides Build him a coffin with two doors when he dies Build him a coffin which could open two ways 'Cause the world is round and he might come back again
And though I had known when the rag and bone lines come together It's not for who his bell tolls Because I tell it tolls for you All the photographs that could also turn to ashes Just like me and you
And those keepsakes that I Keep safe beneath my pillow And the memories we are told Will keep us safe Do not mesh well with the flesh and blood on my body Cannot fill the hole he makes
Build him a coffin with a door on two sides Build him a coffin with two doors when he dies Build him a coffin which could open two ways 'Cause the world is round and he might come back again
