Lletres: Band Of Horses. The Funeral.

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, we were

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brillant day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outsides, the dead leaves, they all blow
For them they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brillant day funeral

(Merci a Alex pour cettes paroles)