- the funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under

And coming up only to show you're wrong

And to know you is hard; we wonder...

To know you all wrong; we warn.

Really too late to call,

So we wait for morning

To wake you is 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 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, oh, one billion day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you're down for

And coming up only to show you're wrong.

To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn

For they don't have trees to hang upon.