Funeral Suit Songtext
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He came by in his funeral suit
In an open hearted shade of blue
Asked me what I like to do
On a July evening
To bermondsey or to shoreditch
I said I don't know which is which
The night a thread for him to stitch
For me, the unbelieving
In the end we just stay in
Dance around this borrowed kitchen
A stop and start dumb snow
I am a cloud filament
We advance in tender increments
Between the past and future tense
Test the weight of both
And gesture with our mugs of gin
In an open hearted shade of blue
Asked me what I like to do
On a July evening
To bermondsey or to shoreditch
I said I don't know which is which
The night a thread for him to stitch
For me, the unbelieving
In the end we just stay in
Dance around this borrowed kitchen
A stop and start dumb snow
I am a cloud filament
We advance in tender increments
Between the past and future tense
Test the weight of both
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