the sound of letting go

I wasn't there to see you close your eyes Hold your hand as you say goodbye To sing you to sleep for one last time They said your grip began to loosen But you were clawing at something towards the ceiling Was it someone you knew from long ago Were they calling out, calling out your name Because the sound of letting go doesn't sound the same The bed's been made so now we lie in it We take the medicine that still makes us sick Can you hear it calling out, calling out your name Because the sound of letting go doesn't sound the same I saw you in that wooden box You looked so different from before Your eyes closed, your hands crossed And I felt it as time began to stop They carried your body away With tears in my eyes, I didn't know what to say So I'll try to carry on and hope we meet again someday Were they calling out, calling out your name Because the sound of letting go doesn't sound the same The bed's been made so now we lie in it We take the medicine that still makes us sick Can you hear it calling out, calling out your name Because the sound of letting go doesn't sound the same My friend, did you get where you wanted to be My friend, did you get where you wanted to be The bed's been made so now we lie in it We take the medicine that still makes us sick Can you hear it calling out, calling out your name Because the sound of letting go doesn't sound the same The bed's been made so now we lie in it We take the medicine that still makes us sick Can you hear it calling out, calling out your name Because the sound of letting go doesn't sound the same