Verse
B F#
There's dancing flames that follow me
B F#
They heat my neck and burn my knees
B
Don't want to cry I just need to wait
F#
And have someone there to tell my tale
[Chorus]
F#
'Cause this could be my funeral home
B F#
Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
B F#
Just a tree that's empty and old
B F#
Singing the songs I wrote for you
[Verse 2]
B F#
Maybe I still cross your mind
B F#
Maybe no don't fill [?]
B F#
Is this a real life or just a dream?
B F#
'Cause it's so blurry at the seams
B F#
When did I buy yellow socks?
B F#
Is this some rules to catch that fox?
B F#
That's been around since I was born
B F#
And shows its face in thunderstorms
[Chorus]
F#
'Cause this could be my funeral home
B F#
Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
F#
Just a thief that's stolen my mood
B F#
Singing the songs I wrote for you
[Bridge]
B F#
Like all maybe I will break all
B F#
Maybe I won't like all
B F# B
Maybe I will, maybe
F#
Maybe I will
[Chorus]
F#
'Cause this could be my funeral home
B F#
Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
F#
Is it just me or have I grown cold?
B F#
Singing the songs I used to love