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