The Funeral
 作词 : Thomas Jeffrey Weaver/Liam Kane Torrance/Toby James Evans/Maximilian Carnegie Nicolai/Adam Smith
 作曲 : Thomas Jeffrey Weaver/Liam Kane Torrance/Toby James Evans/Maximilian Carnegie Nicolai/Adam Smith
Once again, my caution bends to soft amnesia, and I forget that I've been here before.
I lay awake as the melatonin fails again, and melancholy settles in,
my mouth neglects the shape of words that I know you adored.
And every night it hurts a little more.
And I can't seem to satiate the sadness that still resonates.
Every bone in me will break beneath the weight of guilt that I can't place.
If my happiness isn't permanent, then I am no more than a surrogate father,
lead to the alter to marry the mother despite all of my reservations.
If the joy that I feel is so juvenile,
how do I reconcile all the aggression that I seem to harbour,
the selfish depression that makes it so hard to feel loved.
Promise me you'll stay a while, I know I ask you all the time,
must be getting hard to pretend.
Safe in the warmth of the sun I let myself undress,
revealing wounds that time neglects,
hesitant I acquiesce to the softest embrace your bed.
Where shamefully I supplicate for anything that seems to sooth my aches.
Watch me as I dissipate, dissolve into a solvent fear of change.
Despondency bleeds into everything,
removing my hands from the wheel of the vehicle, and I couldn't care at all; sing me to sleep with my mellifluous misery.
Drunk and delusional,
numb at the funeral,
love was once sacrosanct but now it resembles the sound of a language that I'm scared to speak.