Regarding Ascending the Stairs

I cannot think of that song with this music on And I never want to go back to Arkansas Even if you've gone from there Even if you've gone You handled me like an infant skull And I cradled you like a newborn nightmare And I always long, long to go back there Straight back down the hallway And up the stairs to that bed I asked the deer, could the hunter she hear Come a-creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' I whispered in her ear so sweet and sincere But she was already dead a-sleepin' The ground where she lay was red, sour and stained And I kissed her, kissed her, kissed her before I turned away And I never want to go back there Down the path to the place where she lay We can close our eyes And cry out to the darkness That there is still this light in us There is this fight to find right where we belong This ribcage, it is a staircase Climb, climb it to my iris You can live there You know who I am You know who I am I am your apple So open up the book and read to me your favorite passage And know that I will be right here and I will listen I hear you and I have heard you For one thousand years