My Bride

MY BRIDE - Written by Carroll Bryant

Is this your magic?

Is this make believe or is it real?

I'm walking on holy ground searching for your spirit

I can sense your presence 

I can taste the wind

Your soul I can't feel

With dirt on my hands I try to get to you

My love

I am so scared

I'm so alone ever since you died

And even though you are a corpse

You're still my bride

I can acknowledge that my sanity is slipping away

From me

There is nowhere to go for a crazy man

Still I couldn't stay away

Is this what they mean when they tell you

That hell is just a bad thought away

You knew I couldn't hide

Even if I tried

Baby, you are still my bride

Deep behind the darkness

Way behind the gate

I dig to taste your kisses

I dig to fornicate

I want to be with you

After all it is our honeymoon

My love

I am so scared

And I know that you are all alone

Nothing seems to change

Everything is still the same

Ever since you died

Even though you know I know

That you are still a corpse

Baby, you are still my bride

Is this your magic?

Is this make believe or is it real?

Your words I can't hear

Your thoughts I can feel

You know that your touch is magic

It brings tears right to my eyes

And even though you are dead

Your love I will never dread

You are still my bride

And even though you're dead
And at your funeral I cried

You are still my bride