Tunng - Eating the Dead

Lay you on my kitchen table
Cut you open tenderly
Eat your heart and eyes and mouth
Every word you spoke to me

Eat the day we swam at Whitney
Eat the wind as cold as ice
Eat the sun that warmed your skin
Your soft hand that reached for mine

Eat the coffee and the pancakes
Eat the films and fucks in bed
Eat the days the kids were born
The day we found out Jean was dead