I'm coming up only
To hold you under
and coming up only
To show you wrong

And to know you
Is hard we wonder
To know you all wrong
We were

Ooooohh oooohh
Ooooohhhoohhhhooh

Really to late to
Call so we waited for
Morning to wake you
It's all we got

To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong
They were

And every occasion
I'll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion once more
It's called the funeral
Every occasion
Oh, I'm ready for the funeral
And every occasion
Of one billion day funeral

I'm coming up only
To show you doubtful
I'm coming up only
To show you wrong

To the outside
The dead leaves they all belong
Before they died
and had trees to hang their poem

Oooohhhohhhhhh
Oooooohooooooh

And every occasion
I'll be ready for the funeral
And every occasion once more
It's called the funeral
And every occasion
Oh, I'm ready for the funeral
Every occasion
Of one billion day funeral