I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard, we wonder
To know you, all wrong we wereOoh-ooh
Ooh-oohReally too late to call, so
We wait for
Morning to wake you, that's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they wereAt every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral
Every occasion, oh, one billion-day funeralI'm coming up only to show you down, for
I'm coming up only to show you wrongTo the outside the dead leaves, they're on the lawn
Before they died, had trees to hang their hopeOoh-ooh
Ooh-oohAt every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral
Every occasion, oh, one billion-day funeral
Songwriters
Benjamin Bridwell, Timothy Meinig, Christopher EarlyPublished by
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