Funeral For A Friend - Building lyrics

rate me

Shouldering the blame

Walking into frame

Like a lighted silhouette

Against a cotton sheet

Smothering the crease

Tin can in hand

Waiting for god to come around

But he never comes around

He never comes around

Quiet like a mouse

Building up your house

Just to tear it down

Leaving us the pieces

Do they ever fit?

Tin can in hand

Waiting for god to come around

But he never comes around

He never comes around

He never comes around