Funeral in My Heart

There’s a funeral in my heart
and everyone is dressed in black
with Chrysanthemums and voodoo dolls
trying to bring you back
As the lonesome hearse rolls slowly
to the graveyard of my mind
Other than that I’m feeling fine
Yonder stands old romance tombside
talking to himself
With a family of memories
that are holding to your wealth
Regretters by your coffin
Can’t do anything but cry
And mumble 'bout the by and by
Oh the bloodless face of used to be
Is looking cold and grim
As the pallbearers and my true love
sing a solemn hymn
There’s a funeral in my heart
but the respects I wish to pay
cannot be heard beyond
the cold ground of your grave
So I throw the dirt over
once I cover you in life
Why do all the good things have to die