So it goes
A well trodden road
Gone are the young before they’re old
Echoing
The world they’re in
Where flying looks a lot like falling
I just stand there watching
You’d think I’d learnt by now
Oh not another funeral
Too young to fill another hole
On your body flowers fall
And they’re lovely
But I wish somebody could explain
Where my friend has gone?
Old enough to still be young
And why the hands wrapped around your throat
Were your own?
Oh not another funeral
And I should know
That minor note
I’ve let my head slip beneath the water
What a way to live
What a state we’re in
Where it’s a mistake to show emotion
I just stand there watching
You’d think I’d learnt by now
Oh not another funeral
Too young to fill another hole
On your body flowers fall
And they’re lovely
But I wish somebody could explain
Where my friend has gone?
Old enough to still be young
And why the hands wrapped around your throat
Were your own?
Oh not another funeral
No not another funeral
Too young to fill another hole
On your body flowers fall
And they’re lovely
But I wish I hadn’t let you go