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.
 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.
 Could I 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?