Our Pen's Out of Ink lyrics

You said our pen's out of ink, I don't know if it's true, it depends how you think When we died in our sleep no on had time to weep Or make a great big fuss about you or me or us We were left all alone, and they buried our bones In the dirt, in the cold and we sleep to the sound Of the trees getting old in the deep underground You said our pen's out of ink, I don't know if it's true, it depends how you think When we died in that storm we watched funnel clouds form And when they touched the earth, things couldn't get much worse We wrote letters to ghosts, but what mattered the most We were there to enjoy when it battered the coast You said our pen's out of ink, I don't know if it's true, it depends how you think