Lyrics: The Funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming 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) For'e (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