How He Lived After He Died - Protomartyr

I’m gonna tell you a story

About how it was

When I’m asleep

And I do dream

I see him there

Sitting in that chair

And when I’m awake

And I’m walking through the day

I see him, see him there

Sitting in that chair

In a house of books

Blowing smoke from a pipe

But the picture blurs

And that clock is rewound

The clock needs to be wound

It still needs to be wound

The clock needs to be wound

It still needs to be wound

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

How he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

How he lived after he died

That’s how he lived after he died

He died, he died, he died, he died

He died, he died, he died, he died