On the Frame

Can you hear me Father John?
Have you lost what you believe?
What's the matter what's the meaning
When nothing's as it seems?
Sit down at the table now
There's reason there's reprieve
(You never would know it)
Even those who are yet to
Come are sharers in your grief

'Cause in a little while
When all will be over
You're going to say goodbye
Go and get your closure

In a hundred years
When you're just a haze on the water
And then when it clears
It's another's turn to discover
But you know they'll have to let go
Like you

Can you hear me (?)?
On the morning when you came

It was me who wrote onto
The wooden door your name
It'll last there longer than
In this body i can stay
('Cause we all will be moving)
If you ever return again
Write another's on the frame

'Cause in a little while
When all will be over
You're going to say goodbye
Go and get your closure
In a hundred years
When you're just a haze on the water
And then when it clears
It's another's turn to discover
But you know they'll have to let go
Like you