Funeral

Just a box of bones

Lowered and marked with a stone

In the north at the mountains feet

In the north to find some peace

Sing and dance like we were young

Scream all the joy in your lungs oh

Half with a heavy heart

But not with shocked feet

Oh passion, and oh passion

I must make more friends

They'll be hanging at my funeral

Just to make my parents proud

Just to make my parents smile

Skin under crippled skies

Tell the stories of most of our lives

We go alone but the past holds us here

We go alone but the past holds us here

Let's sing and dance and talk

Of all the dumb things I was before

Half with a heavy heart

Half to relieve my fault

Coming around, when you coming around?

Coming around, coming around

I must make more friends

Just to make my parents smile, make them smile

Make them laugh