Saturday, August 19, 2006

It's called a funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under
and coming up only to show you wrong.
And to know you is hard, we wonder.
To know you, all wrong we were.

Really too late to call, so we wait for
morning to wake you is all we got.
To know me as hardly golden
is to know me, all wrong they were.

At every occasion, I'll be ready for a funeral.
Every occasion once more, it's called a funeral.
Every occasion, I'm ready for a funeral,
at every occasion of 1 billion-day funeral.

I'm coming up only to show you down for
and coming up only to show you wrong.
To the outside, the dead leaves -- they are alive,
for they don't have trees to hang their home.

- Band of Horses, "The Funeral"

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