Unopened Letter to the World

If I died tomorrow
 Would this song live on forever?
 And here is my
 Unopened letter to a world
 That never shall reply
 If I died tomorrow
 Would this song live on forever?
 And here is my
 Unopened letter to a world
 That never shall reply
 Never shall reply
 From this second-story window
 I can hear the church bells calling out my name
 This table is set for one
 Even angels would be homesick
 In this forsaken town
 On random notes of parchment
 I'm scrawling my existence
 Dressed in white
 This candle radiates throughout the night
 And it's never burning out
 Never burning out
 From this second-story window
 I can hear the children down on Main Street
 They're singing their songs tonight
 In the shadows I will listen to their every movement
 Mr Higginson, am I not good enough for the world?
 Am I destined only to die
 The same way that i lived
 In seclusion?
 But high up on this mountain
 I can almost see your lonely window sill
 That'll carry you off tonight
 There's a ghost in your old bedroom
 And a candle burning bright
 If died tomorrow
 Would this song live on forever?