Walking Higher

I carry you with me, 
A ghost inside 
And in these shattered arms, 
You're still alive. 
I carry you with me, 
A holy shrine 
And dogs and angels follow 
Right behind. 

And could I be walking higher, 
Could I be right beside her? 

The bones they buried, 
Will feed the trees 
But every word you ever spoke, 
Is still in me. 

And could be walking higher, 
Could I be right beside her? 

And I will feel for you in the music, 
And I will send that river home. 
And I will cry for you sometimes, 
When the night is down. 
And I raise my head up to the mountains, 
Talk to the birds and I fly, 
'Cause the spirit lives on, 
When the body dies. 

And could I be walking higher, 
Could I be right beside her? 
Could I be walking higher, 
Could I be right beside her?