Funeral

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 learned by now No, not another funeral Too young to fill another hole And 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 Why the hands wrapped around your throat Were your own? Not another funeral Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh 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 learned by now No, not another funeral Too young to fill another hole And 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 Why the hands wrapped around your throat Were your own? No, not another funeral No, not another funeral No, not another funeral No, not another funeral No, not another funeral No, not another funeral No, not another funeral No, not another funeral Too young to fill another hole And on your body, flowers fall And they're lovely But I wish I hadn't let you go