Funeral Singers

A little narcotic warm on me, what will I do without the weight of you

Funeral singers wail, charity fails whose child are you now

The lighthouse keeper grazed the lip, spread like a fog
Stood in the weather and prayed for a push but doesn't take the jump again tonight

The book is aching for the tree, return return return to me
All my friends, all my friends. All my friends are weeds and rain
All my friends are half-gone birds, are magnets all my friends are words
All my friends are funeral singers, funeral singers. Funeral singers wailing

A spark is aching for the light, return return return tonight
All my friends, all my friends, all my friends are keeping time
All my friends have just quit trying, all my friends all my friends are funeral singers
Funeral singers, funeral singers wailing