Funeral Song - Laura Gibson

Written by：Laura Gibson

If these bare walls could sing

They would sing us a funeral song

Push their wooden words into your mouth

They would not wish to be

A burden to your tongue

Would not wish to carry on

Too long

With no sorrow

Ask no greater pardon

Than the pattern

Time is carving in your skin

If these pale bones could sway

They would march to a funeral song

And pull their milky way across the yard

They would not wish to keep

You tethered to their arms

They would not wish to carry on too far

With no sorrow

Ask no greater pardon

Than the pattern

Time is carving in your skin

Well if I could stretch my ears

Into a grand procession

Circle round your wisdom mine

Like a song

I would not wish to be

The fire in your belly

I would not wish for

Holding you too long

With no sorrow

Ask no greater pardon

Than pattern

Time is carving in your skin