Bells On

While I'm at this funeral

You're in New York

I've been dividing my grieving

You're sleeping with a mutual friend

I dreamed that I kissed your mouth

And you thought about me

Over Christmas

Oh, you might know who I am

But I know who you are

Your heart is in your art

And mine's in New York

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve

You're sleeping with a mutual friend

And I want to be with you again

And again

And again

I've thought about you a lot lately

So flash me your metal smile

I'm thinking about you

You're thinking about

New York

Though to you your friend was hurt

To him I owe him money

Will you pay back the thirty dollars

That he thinks I owe him?

But I don't owe him anything

If you had a funeral

I'd be there with bells on

La la la la la...

If I had a funeral

Would you even care?

Would you wear your silver dress?

Would you actually wear lipstick?

Would you lie upon my grave?

And be there with bells on

So you could ring me from this life?

From this life

From this life

So you could ring me from this life