Funeral

Just a box of bones Lowered and marked with a stone In the north at the mountains feet In the north to find some peace Sing and dance like we were young Scream all the joy in your lungs oh Half with a heavy heart But not with shocked feet [Bridge] Oh passion, and oh passion [Chorus] I must make more friends They'll be hanging at my funeral Just to make my parents proud Just to make my parents smile Skin under crippled skies Tell the stories of most of our lives We go alone but the past holds us here We go alone but the past holds us here Let's sing and dance and talk Of all the dumb things I was before Halfwith a heavy heart Half to relieve my fault [Bridge and Chorus] Coming around, when you coming around? Coming around, coming around [Bridge and Chorus x2] I must make more friends... Just to make my parents smile, make them smile Make them laugh