I'm coming up only to hold you under

I'm coming up only to show you wrong

And to know you is hard, we wonder

To know you all wrong, we warn

Ooh, ooh

Ooh...

Really too late to call, so we wait for

Morning to wake you, it's all we got

To know me as hardly golden

Is to know me all wrong, they warn

At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral

Every occasion once more

It's called the funeral

Every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral

At every occasion of one-billion day funeral

I'm coming up only to you show you down for

I'm coming up only to you show you wrong

To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn

Before they died, they had trees to hang their hope