I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard; we wonder
To know you all wrong; we warn
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it’s all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn
At every occasion I’ll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion, once more, is called a funeral
Every occasion, know I’m ready for a funeral
At every occasion, oh, one brilliant day funeral
I’m coming up only to show you down for
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside: the dead leaves, they’re on the lawn
For they don’t have trees to hang their own
At every occasion I’ll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion, once more, is called a funeral
Every occasion, know I’m ready for a funeral
At every occasion, oh, one brilliant day funeral