Funeral Singers Songtext

A little narcotic warm on me/ what will I do without the weight of you.

Funeral singers wail/ charity fails whose child are you now

The lighthouse keeper grazed the lip/spread like a fog/
stood in the weather and prayed for a push but doesn't take the jump again tonight.

the book is aching for the tree/ return return return to me
all my friends/ all my friends. All my friends are weeds and rain/
all my friends are half-gone birds/ are magnets all my friends are words/