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