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