If there is a heaven, bright with light and love,

Complicated dances, Christmas every day,

Angels holding hands, a permanent parade,

Heaven is a silent prison without you

If there is a hell, awash in fire and pain,

Loss and misery, regret for life unlived,

Writing on our bodies naming all our crimes,

Hell’s a golden garden if you are with me

I miss you, I love you

If I live a life, and these two hands grow old

Crossing lines and years appearing on my skin,

More and more, although they seem my father’s hands

Young they’ll ever be if they run through your hair

I miss you, I love you