If life were like a mountain, did you, did you not fall?
I have missed you since i was five.
And i don't recall your eyes
but your hands i do recall,
and i know how you smelt when you were alive

You died,
Like we're all gonna go someday.
You died,
I was five and i wish you'd stayed.

They say you crossed a river to touch God's hand
but i did not understand where he lived.
So i tried to write him letters - letters of demand,
saying "she's my sister - back you give her"

You died,
Like we're all gonna go someday.
You died,
I was here and you went away.

I didn't see you die, i didn't see your casket.
Don't remember if i cried, but i never quite got past it.
You're fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple,
and all these memories - are they mine or other peoples?

When you died,
Like we're all gonna go someday,
I was five,
and i thought i could make you stay.