Funeral Singers - Califone

A little narcotic warm on me

What will I do without the weight of you

Funeral singers wail

Charity fails whose child are you now

The lighthouse keeper

Grazed the lip spread like a fog

Stood in the weather and prayed for a push

But doesn’t take the jump again tonight

The book is aching for the tree

Return, return, return to me

All my friends, all my friends

All are my friends are weeds and rain

All my friends are half-gone birds

Are magnets all my friends are words

All my friends are funeral singers

Funeral singers, funeral singers

Wailing

A spark is aching for the light

Return, return, return tonight

All my friends are keeping time

All my friends have just quit trying

All my friends are funeral singers

Wailing