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