Funeral

No, you can't beat me at my own game

Oh, you want it all to stay the same

I love you, still, I must get goin'

It worked until we did some growin'

Who can deny the truth the longest?

Let's not let it come to that

No, you were not shunted down Slack's lane

Oh, you're not tied up, here comes the train

The tracks feel safe because you know 'em

You cannot stop the whistle from blowin'

And if you stay, it's gonna hurt much worse

You'll still be left behind

All there is left to want from this last kiss

Words couldn't hold, even if we spoke

No, you hope some things won't ever die

Oh, you won't put on your suit and tie

It's still a funeral, you know it

You may not cry, you may not show it

But here is poetry, a vein of ore

Uncovered by the storm

All there is left to want from this last kiss

Words couldn't hold, even if we spoke

Shot in the dark, missed it by a mile

Still left a mark, couldn't blame us for trying

No, no

Oh, oh