Testo di The Funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard and we wonder To know you, all wrong we were Really too late to call, so we wait for Morning to wake you, it's all we got To know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, they warn At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral At every occasion once more is called a funeral Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion of one billion day funeral I'm coming up only to show you down for I'm coming up only to show you wrong To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic) For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope At every occasion I will be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more it's called the funeral At every occasion oh I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion of one billion day funeral