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