How odd? They thought they had put you in that coffin,
When in reality you were still inside my head,
If it suits you, you are welcome to stay with me awhile,
Tell you what; I will go make up a bed.
I remember you always cared for a good view,
One from which you can see the blue skies,
Well you already know that that is not a problem at all,
You can take the room here behind my eyes.
And if your are ever feeling less than cheerful,
We can share red wine, French cheeses and rustic bread,
Laugh about the old times and our travels,
And that way you will never be dead.