Band of Horses - The Funeral

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 warn.

Really too late to call,

So we wait for morning to wake you

That's all we got

And to know me as hardly golden

Is to know me all wrong, they warn.

At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral

At every occasion, once more, is called the funeral

Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral

At every occasion, oh, one million day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down,

For I'm coming up only to show you wrong.

To the outside: the dead leaves, they're on the lawn

For they don't have trees to hang their own.