Funeral کے بول

So it goes A well trodden road Gone are the young before they're old Echoing The world they're in Where flying looks a lot like falling I just stand there watching You'd think I'd learnt by now Oh, not another funeral Too young to fill another hole On your body flowers fall And they're lovely But I wish somebody could explain Where my friend has gone? Old enough to still be young And why the hands wrapped around your throat Were your own? Oh, not another funeral And I should know That minor note I've let my head slip beneath the water What a way to live What a state we're in Where it's a mistake to show emotion I just stand there watching You'd think I'd learnt by now Oh, not another funeral Too young to fill another hole On your body flowers fall And they're lovely But I wish somebody could explain Where my friend has gone? Old enough to still be young And why the hands wrapped around your throat Were your own? Oh, not another funeral Oh, not another funeral Oh, not another funeral Oh, not another funeral Oh, not another funeral Oh, not another funeral Oh, not another funeral No not another funeral Too young to fill another hole On your body flowers fall And they're lovely But I wish I hadn't let you go