I see the flowers try and lift the room but the overwhelming gloom tells me I should sit down and deliver nothing
Look at these old pictures on the wall Happy days them all And the bottle was that last nail in the coffin
It's a rainy day and everyone's in black But once the wake is over, we'll be back Armed with spades and sacks burying our tracks digging up the past
yeah - we're piecing you back together yeah yeah - we're taking out the carbonite With these new parts, you'll last forever and ever yeah yeah we're bringing you back to life
People talk about the words you said They sound better now you're dead and words are the things that last forever
And of course the pictures on the wall don't convey it all that natural smile - yeah whatever!
It's a rainy day and everyone's in black But once the wake is over, we'll be back Armed with spades and sacks burying our tracks digging up the past
yeah - we're piecing you back together yeah yeah - we're taking out the carbonite With these new parts, you'll last forever and ever yeah yeah we're bringing you back to life