When I Was Five

If life were like a mountain, did you, did you not fall? I have missed you since I was five. And I don't recall your eyes But your hands I do recall, And I know how you smelt when you were alive. You died. Like we're all gonna go someday. You died. I was five and I wish you'd stayed. They say you crossed a river to touch God's hand But I did not understand where he lived. So I tried to write him letters - letters of demand, Saying "She's my sister - back you give her" You died. Like we're all gonna go someday. You died. I was here and you went away. I didn't see you die, I didn't see your casket. Don't remember if I cried, but I never quite got past it. You're fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple, And all these memories - are they mine or other peoples? When you died Like we're all gonna go someday, I was five and I thought I could make you stay. --- When I Was Five - Clare Bowditch and Clare Bowditch & the Feeding Set