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