• I put pen to paper but the ink doesn’t flow
    I’ll ask a million questions yet I’ll never know
    Laying deep beneath the crisp white sheets
    Counting as they went, counting your heart beats
    A knife in your hand a whole in your heart
    Your love, your death, it hit me like a dart
    A coffin of white for innocence

    The blood ran free the sheets turned red
    They turned away and shook their heads
    I held your hand as you cried
    I watched your soul slip away as you died
    A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child
    An animal is never free unless they are wild
    A coffin of white for innocence

    They read out your name on the evening news
    “Love thy neighbour, don’t abuse”
    Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
    Until the end will you be mourned
    They lined the streets with their silent tears
    To them you were a conqueror, a slayer of fears
    A coffin of white for innocence

    I bow my head and let emotions run free
    Didn’t you know you’d always be “the one” for me?
    My heart is heavy, my eyelids like lead
    This pain I can’t bear, this pain of the dead
    The ink’s running dry so now I must go
    But before I do I think you must know…
    A coffin of white for innocence
    Does anything in this world make sense?