Laura Gibson – Funeral Song lyrics
If these bare walls could sing, they would sing us a funeral song
They'd push their wooden words into your mouth
But they would not wish to be a burden to your tongue
They would not wish to carry on too long
With no sorrow ask no greater pardon
Than the pattern time is carving in your skin
If these pale bones could sway, they would march to a funeral song
And pull their milky weight across the yard
They would not wish to keep you tethered to their arms
They would not wish to carry on too far
With no sorrow ask no greater pardon
Than the pattern time is carving in your skin
If I could stretch my years into a grand procession
And circle round your wisdom like a song
Oh, I would not wish to be the fire in your belly
I would not wish for holding you too long
With no sorrow ask no greater pardon
Than the pattern time is carving in your skin