He was my best friend and
Asleep in the heaven
We all innocently
Through a neverending

He was always so sweet that
The top of his feet like
The hole in my head hurts
So bad I can't step in

(The end of his toes was
As soft as a rose hip
The touch of his foot was
A beautiful message)

[?]
[?] not see the hand
Or the mapping of the plan
I know when I wake
I'll be the planet on his cake
(The summer river
She'll be riding on the [?]
[?] far from me
Into the [?]
And the tears upon the[?]
[?])
The end of his toes was
As soft as a rose hip
The touch of his foot was
A beautiful message
His memory lingers
Like cloth on my fingers
I'll miss that fool Jack, he
Was gentle and empty

Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack...