Words by Mark L Berry and Music by Adam Hill
Performed by Adam Hill

Plastic Bags and Tiny Tags -lyrics

How do I feel
About that knock at the door?
When the feds delivered
All that she wore?
In plastic bags
Individually sealed
It was all too apparent
What it really revealed

Her fate
Her final flight
She’s gone
And nothing
will ever
make it right

Plastic bags
And tiny tags
Her business clothes
Are now salty rags
From air to sea
Then delivered to me
By the FBI
And I can’t unsee

Her fate
Her final flight
She’s gone
And nothing
will ever
make it right

All smashed
Beyond repair
From her fall
Three miles in the air
So why did I
Have to receive
Her remaining things
That only make me grieve

(instrumental)

Her fate
Her final flight
She’s gone
And nothing
will ever
make it right

Lyrics Copyright©2015 by Mark L. Berry

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