I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming up only to show you 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; it's 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 a funeral At every occasion, once more, is called a funeral Every occasion, know I'm ready for a funeral At every occasion, oh, 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're on the lawn For they don't have trees to hang their own
At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral At every occasion, once more, is called a funeral Every occasion, know I'm ready for a funeral At every occasion, oh, one brilliant day funeral