Indian Giver

No broken hearted people, no crash, no flame No sermon at a casket nor a howl into the grave Every bone was in position, every hair was in its place A light comes Pulled off a dark country road New roman suicide note All the way closed So it goes No organs to be salvaged, no teeth to be compared We asked for no police involvement because we knew you weren't there We threw a birthday party and at the table in your chair A lightness Pulled off a dark country road New roman suicide note All the way closed So it goes As long as your name is on my list or your story written in the choruses then true death couldn't get you But when its spoken for the last time, the weight is lifted. A third eye So I make a vow to forget you