in the wake of your leave

So as you canyoneered from our world upwards And the angels took their place I was the loser at your funeral No emotion conveyed It was drawn out in vain And the idiot I am just figured In the wake of your leave That I'd never hear from you again And then I'd sing With all this feeling That your spirit would afford me My hand On heart It's not a thing that I've been dreaming of And it goes without my blessing And leaves me in a rut But it comes and goes And shows me all I'm missing And it comes and goes I was there at the backstage trying But the words they never came And I was available for a statement but I just Hung my head in shame It felt nothing to me All the ceremony I'd wasted And then I'd thank them leave And say "God bless you all, goodnight" Then I'd think The grave was turning And that nothing could absolve me My hand On heart It's not a thing that I've been dreaming of And it throws me without warning And leaves me in the dust But it comes and goes And fills me when I'm empty Then it comes and goes And I will need it when it's gone It quakes And moves Then breaks Then shatters over me In shapes of all these Quiet sacred things I need My hand On heart If there's a line or something in these songs That are worthy of some mention You're free to let me know But it comes and grows And leaves me in my weakness And it comes and goes My hand On heart It's not a thing that I've been dreaming of And it goes without my blessing And leaves me in a rut But it comes and goes And holds me when I'm sleepless Then it comes and shows How I need you when you're gone