Funeral

A shaking house, on shaking ground, is still a house. And it’s ours
You found me in the trash, we fell in love with dirty hands, our friend is dead
And it all comes down to this:
You matter to me, I matter to you
We met at the funeral of the world
Although we carry our coffins to bury our hope
We fell in love at the funeral of the world
I just wanna say thank you for what you do. You’re just being you
When this weight on my shoulders, gets a hold of me
I get scared, that you won’t feel the same
But you do feel the same