Funeral — Devin Townsend

Words And Music By Devin Townsend

Jesus, here lies my brother Tortured and blown Stretch for the heavens and go ...I watch him go Here it comes

Jesus was a poor boy Jesus was a poor boy "It's justa spring clean for the May queen" I'm coming home

And this one's for the life This one's for the funeral in the rain And if only for tonight This one's for the funeral in the rain

The day's gone and the year's gone And I don't know when I'm coming home I can't hold on to what I've had When what I've had There's nothing left at all...

So this one's for the life This one's for the funeral in the rain And if only for tonight Close your eyes and try to sleep again...

A world away, you turn away I'm wide awake, and I don't need your home Tell me why he went, it seems to be An element to this mystery It's so cold today, so I get away, and I'm left behind with nothing but words...