And the funeral screams The song that it sings The memories feel What was everything The sound rings loud From a sick shotgun What can never be fought Can never be won
So sooner or later I gotta believe
That she's getting That she's getting better While my heart bleeds While i can't forget her That she's getting That she's getting better While i'm running away In my burden of shame
When my injuries are still Like the eye of the storm Then the feeling creeps in Like a wave to the shore Will i ever be whole In the half where i'm not What can never be found Can never be lost
So sooner or later I gotta believe
That she's getting That she's getting better While my heart bleeds While i can't forget her That she's getting That she's getting better While i'm running away In my burden of shame