[Intro - Soft click of a vintage transistor radio turning on, faint warm tuning static] [Gentle, slow fingerpicked nylon-string classical guitar melody begins, warm and intimate] [Verse 1 - Soft, breathy, close-mic female vocal, tender and aching] Turn the dial a little slower, mi amor Hear the rain against the fourth-floor hospital window There are marigolds in paper on the street And a white dress hanging where we used to sleep Don't look at the monitors, don't look at the line Just hold the little silver box and keep your hand in mine. [Chorus - Warm, lullaby cadence, gentle acoustic guitar] Remember me... when the static starts to fade Remember me... and every promise that we made I’ll be waiting on the bridge where the candle-petals blow Fifty Novembers from tonight, when it’s your time to go So don't you hurry, cariño, don't you follow me too soon... Just tune me in beneath the Texas moon. [Guitar Interlude - Soft, mournful requinto guitar fingerpicking with a faint radio crackle] [Verse 2 - Voice slightly more fragile, conflicted and raw] She’s been sitting in the oak tree since the day your mother went With her amber lantern eyes and all the years she spent She says my hands are still warm... she says the ring still fits She says you shouldn't have to sit alone inside the dark of it And God forgive me, mi vida, I don't know what to pray— To take my face into the dirt, or let her wear it so she'll stay. [Bridge - A second, softer, ethereal female harmony joins in underneath] (I could keep the coffee warm... I could wear the white...) Hey—don't you forget whose laugh that is when you turn out the light! (I only want to hold your shadow so you never break...) Promise me you'll know the difference when you're wide awake. [Chorus - Both voices harmonizing softly, tender and heartbreaking] Remember me... when the third dawn turns to gold Remember me... when you are grey and old Whether you let my body rest or let her take my place When you cross the marigold bridge, look for my real face I’ll be waiting in the music where the quiet rivers bend... Mi amor... until we meet again. [Outro - Guitar slows down to single plucked notes] [Spoken softly through warm radio static] "Don't cry, honey... the reception's still good for a little while." [Faint radio click and gentle static fade out]
