As Roxie lay dying in her bedroom
My wife sang, and my son played his guitar
Wild improvisations
Dirges and waltzes
Fevered rhapsodies
The stones are alive, the stones are alive
The decaying trees
The moss on the wall, the moss on the wall
The condensation on the window
On the window
It is all alive, all alive
The driver can't stop, the ghost is here
The driver can't stop, the ghost is here
The driver can't stop, driver can't stop
The ghost is here, driver can't stop
Driver can't stop, the ghost is here
Where is my brother?
I'm right here
Where is my sister?
You don't have a sister
Where is my little girl?
She's gone
She's gone!
And with that, Roxie died
And we looked upon the face of our little girl
The mockery of a faint blush
The suspiciously lingering smile upon her lip
So terrible in death
Oh, Roxie, why did you have to die
I forgive you
Oh, Roxie, oh, Roxie
Oh, Rose
I shall preserve her corpse
A fortnight in the vault
Underneath our bedroom