Funeral

Jesus, here lies my brother

Tortured and blown

Stretch for the heavens and go

...I watch him go

Here it comes

Jesus was a poor boy

Jesus was a poor boy

"It's justa spring clean for the May queen"

I'm coming home

And this one's for the life

This one's for the funeral in the rain

And if only for tonight

This one's for the funeral in the rain

The day's gone and the year's gone

And I don't know when I'm coming home

I can't hold on to what I've had

When what I've had

There's nothing left at all...

So this one's for the life

This one's for the funeral in the rain

And if only for tonight

Close your eyes and try to sleep again...

A world away, you turn away

I'm wide awake, and I don't need your home

Tell me why he went, it seems to be

An element to this mystery

It's so cold today, so I get away, and I'm left behind with nothing but words...