She put on her old scuffed fan shoes
Wore her favourite navy blue suit
...fixed her hair
Before she lay on a stranger's grave
Felt her grip on the world disappear

She traced all the names
under the photograph
Was it really him or just another man?
So hard to tell

But in the corner of her eye
she would picture him
A familiar voice
Or the sound of his steps

Upon a stormy wave
They are swept away
Just like paper boots
In a sails dream
Or the light that plays
On a half-lit face
The sound of the sea is a bloodbeat
Of drums from the heart's silent scream

Silent scream, bloodbeat dream