The Antlers - Epilogue

In a ^Gnightmare, I am ^Bmfalling from the ^Cceiling into ^Gbed besi^F#de you. You're a^Emsleep, I'm screaming, ^Amshoving you to ^Ctry to wake you ^Dup. And like ^Gbefore, you've got no ^Bminterest in the ^Clife you live when ^Gyou're ^F#awake. Your ^Emdreams still follow ^Amstorylines, like ^Cfictions you would make.^D So I lie ^Gdown against your ^Bmback, until we're ^Cboth back in the ^Ghospital^F#. But ^Emnow it's not a ^Amcancer ward, we're ^Csleeping in the morgue^D. Men and ^Gwomen in blue and ^Bmwhite, they are ^Csinging all ^Garound you^F#, With heavy ^Emshovels holding ^Amearth, you're being ^Cburied to you ^Dneck. In that ^Ghospital ^Bmbed, being ^Cburied quite ^Galive now. ^F# I'm trying to ^Emdig you out but ^Amall you want is to be ^Cburied there ^Dtogether.

You're ^Amscreaming, and ^Gcursing, and ^Amangry, and ^Ghurting me, and then ^Amsmiling, and ^Gcrying, a^Dpologizing.

I've woken ^Gup, I'm in our ^Bmbed, but there's no ^Cbreathing body ^Gthere ^F#beside me. ^EmSomeone must have ^Amtaken you while ^CI was stuck asleep^D. But I know ^Gbetter as my ^Bmeyes adjust, you've been ^Cgone for quite ^Gawhile now^F#, And I don't work ^Emthere in the ^Amhospital, they ^Chad to let me go^D. When I ^Gtry to move my ^Bmarms sometimes, they ^Cweigh too much to ^Glift. ^F# I think you ^Emburied me a^Amwake, my one and ^Conly parting ^Dgift. But you ^Greturn to me at ^Bmnight, just when I ^Cthink I may have ^Gfallen ^F#asleep. Your ^Emface is up ^Amagainst mine, and I'm too ^Cterrified to ^Dspeak.