Let the sky grow dark. With a heavy heart, let the funeral start. Let the funeral start. Suddenly it seemed love was just a dream, on a TV screen, in a magazine.
Mother please hold on, Brother please be strong. Yeah, they played a song, we all sang along...'I see trees of green, red roses too...' scattered out for you, on a gravestone new.
I'm 12 years older. I can't stay sober.
There's a bluebird in my heart thats caged and it can't sing. So fill your bloodlines up with bourbon kid and this won't sting. It's like the slowing of your senses just might solve something. Let the mourners of St. Pauls lead the parade.
Suddenly it seems I'm settled in my old routines. Another year has gone, I'll still sing the same, sad songs. So when this snow has finally cleared, I'm gonna swim away from here. Wake my Father's bones, drag his ghost into the road.
'This house could hold nothing but melody, so sombre. Such miserable memory...' Three cheers for love of the simplest kind, lets drink to all that we left behind.
Suddenly it seems I'm settled in my old routines. Another year has gone, I still sing the same, sad song. Let the sky grow dark. With a heavy heart, let the funeral start. Let the funeral start.