Funeral Singers

Late at night in the basement
Singing alone hoping for some magic
Who knows what powers left in the words we sing to each other
Stretch out the invisible like parking tickets on the dash of the car
Leave them one by one

A flag's weight in the palm of her hand
Desperate measures, indifferent plans
If we fall together, will you see me cry
Nothing's important
At least not tonight

I know there's power left in the way we sing to each other
Become the darkened room or I'm the funeral singer
Fold back the visual like lenses focussed on the light at the end
Leave them one by one

A flag's weight in the palm of her hand
Desperate measures, indifferent plans
If we fall together, will you see me cry
Nothing's important
At least not tonight
A flag's weight in the palm of her hand
Desperate measures, indifferent plans
If we fall together, will you see me cry
That love is important
A simple goodnight