I’ll wear my funeral suit just for fun, so I’ll be ready when it comes.
Cause when the days roll ahead like a scythe, death is clear against the light.
Lost in reach for one thing, I grasp and I cling.
Pull you close when close all I can be.
love with the
And the of loving someone’s touch, it turn dust?
And write a song of when it’ll burn
think a to keep on singing the for you.
Well, love the feeling, feeling of
Take line, speak in mind, cause I’m in love the feeling
Take a on a but in you.
the feeling of
in feeling of you.