paroles de chanson Two Funerals - Picture Us Tiny

I pack up my car
Have my moment or two
No words to be shared
Just some thoughts overdue
I pull up into the lot
I dress up for the press
Into a waiting room
Full of sickened nothingness

A matter of time
Oh, how quickly you fall
When your body is frail
And the cancer is strong
The other was unforeseen
A smile that was stuck in a dream
Lost it all Chicago
I watch my cousins weep

Black dress turned violent
Flowers on caskets
Old friends in sadness
Two funerals in passing
Black dress turned violent
Why does this feel like habit?
Soft songs become blasting
Two funerals in passing

An echoing hall
Reverb from the words to a god
Do they even listen at all?
When they're so occupied up above
Do they watch me handle a box?
And walk it through a crowd full of stares
And make sure that we wait at the top
Before it's lowered in with despair

Black dress turned violent
Flowers on caskets
Old friends in sadness
Two funerals in passing
Black dress turned violent
Why does this feel like habit?
Soft songs become blasting
Two funerals in passing