Untitled Lyrics - Daphne Loves Derby

Daphne Loves Derby - Dirt Doesn't Travel 

Under the newborn tree, oh 

we left your body in a box. 

I've waited for your ghost to 

haunt this home and keep us warm. 

I hope you've finally found your way. 

Don't you worry, 

death will keep you company. 

I've been worried for you. 

Abide the ancient words. 

Your body turns to soil without a fight. 

And I can finally hear your ghost tonight, 

but what's the point? 

I hope you're too ashamed to speak.