Lyric Funeral

Jesus, here lies my brother
Tortured and blown
Stretch for the heavens and go
...I watch him go
Here it comes

Jesus was a poor boy
Jesus was a poor boy
"It s justa spring clean for the May queen"
I m coming home

And this one s for the life
This one s for the funeral in the rain
And if only for tonight
This one s for the funeral in the rain

The day s gone and the year s gone
And I don t know when I m coming home
I can t hold on to what I ve had
When what I ve had
There s nothing left at all...

So this one s for the life
This one s for the funeral in the rain
And if only for tonight
Close your eyes and try to sleep again...

A world away, you turn away
I m wide awake, and I don t need your home
Tell me why he went, it seems to be
An element to this mystery
It s so cold today, so I get away, and I m left behind with nothing but words...