The Funeral - Michael Schulte

I’m coming up only

To hold you under

To know you

Is hard we wander

To know you all wrong

We were

Ooooohh oooohh

Ooooohhhoohhhhooh

It’s really to late to

Call so we wait for

Morning to wake you

It’s all we got

To the outside

The dead leaves they all blow

Before they died

Had trees to hang their hope

Ooooohh oooohh

Ooooohhhoohhhhooh

And every occasion once more

Called the funeral

And every occastion

Of one billion day funeral

Ooooohh oooohh

Ooooohhhoohhhhooh