The funeral.

I'm comming up only to hold you under.
I'm comming 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 were.

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 one brilliant 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),
Before they died had trees to hang their hope.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral. At every occasion once more is called the funeral. At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral. At every occasion one brilliant day funeral.