Funeral In My Heart

There's a funeral in my heart, and everyone is dressed in black
With chrysanthemums and voodoo dolls trying to bring you back
As the lonesome hearse rolled slowly to the graveyard of my mind
Other than that I'm feelin' fine

Yonder stands oer an old man's tomb, sat talking to himself
With a family and memories that are holdin' to your wealth
Regret is by your coffin, can't do anything but cry
And mumble bout the by and by

All the blood in this place of used-to-be is lookin' cold in the ground
As the pallbearers of my true love sing aside of an old hill

There's a funeral in my heart but the respects I wish to pay
Cannot be heard beyond the cold ground of your grave
So I throw the dirt over once I cover you in a lie
Why do all the good things have to die