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