Indian Giver

No broken hearted people, no crash, no flame
No sermon at a casket nor a howl into the grave
Every bone was in position, every hair was in its place
A light comes
A light comes
A light comes
A light comes
Pulled off a dark country road
New Roman suicide note
All the way, all the way closed
So it goes
No organs to be salvaged, no teeth to be compared
We asked for no police involvement
'Cause we knew you weren’t there
We threw a birthday party and at the table in your chair
A lightness
A lightness
A lightness
A lightness
Pulled off a dark country road
New Roman suicide note
All the way, all the way closed
So it goes
As long as your name is on my list
Or your story written in the choruses
Oh, true death couldn’t get you
But when it’s spoken for the last time
The weight is lifted, a third eye
So I make a vow to forget you
As long as your name is on my list
Or your story written in the choruses
Oh, true death couldn’t get you
So I make a vow to forget you
Oh, I make a vow to forget you
Oh, I make a vow to forget you
Oh, I make a vow to forget you