| Song | The Funeral |
| Artist | The Gloom In The Corner |
| Album | Fear Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Michael Duffield | |
| 作曲 : Michael Duffield | |
| Her mother holds her father | |
| While she weeps on his shoulder | |
| Their daughters brought down the isle | |
| But this isn't her wedding day | |
| The coffins on the alter | |
| And the incense burns my eyes | |
| The priest starts by saying | |
| "God, why take this life away?" | |
| At this point her mother | |
| Breaks down in sorrow | |
| She calls me a monster | |
| And tears stream down | |
| Her face (her face) | |
| What am I to say? | |
| My eyes fill too | |
| But not of tears, but of hatred | |
| Self loathing, foreboding | |
| I feel their eyes stare upon me | |
| And I turn, to face them | |
| The dead eyed population | |
| Staring me down | |
| Wishing it was me they were putting in the ground | |
| So I unfold the paper | |
| I can't take the pain much longer... | |
| "I can't put words to paper | |
| On the pain we all feel | |
| But I know as you all stare at me | |
| That I'm the one to blame | |
| So condone me, disown me | |
| Bring me down to my knees | |
| I deserve it all anyway" | |
| My voice starts to break | |
| As tears stream down my face | |
| It's not over, but it's over | |
| I can't take this heartbreak | |
| Anymore | |
| So we filed out and the music played | |
| Her coffin wearing bouquets | |
| Her mother's crying, we were crying | |
| The weather reflected our pain | |
| We all drove down to the hole where we will put her | |
| Six feet down, but raising up from me | |
| I stood alone in the pouring rain | |
| As the days go by | |
| I find it harder to get up | |
| I'm asphyxiated by your presence | |
| Like a shadow over my shoulder | |
| But truth is, I don't care | |
| I'd rather feel something there | |
| Than never feel you here at all | |
| I wish I got to hold you close | |
| One last time | |
| and not let go | |
| Not travel to the great divine | |
| Because I knew that would be my last goodbye | |
| I won't see you on the other side. | |
| I stood alone in the pouring rain | |
| Shrouded by my shame | |
| I can't even hold on to what I love | |
| Without it slipping away | |
| I tore my own heart out | |
| And threw it in her grave | |
| I guess I never needed it | |
| Standing alone in the pouring rain |
| zuo ci : Michael Duffield | |
| zuo qu : Michael Duffield | |
| Her mother holds her father | |
| While she weeps on his shoulder | |
| Their daughters brought down the isle | |
| But this isn' t her wedding day | |
| The coffins on the alter | |
| And the incense burns my eyes | |
| The priest starts by saying | |
| " God, why take this life away?" | |
| At this point her mother | |
| Breaks down in sorrow | |
| She calls me a monster | |
| And tears stream down | |
| Her face her face | |
| What am I to say? | |
| My eyes fill too | |
| But not of tears, but of hatred | |
| Self loathing, foreboding | |
| I feel their eyes stare upon me | |
| And I turn, to face them | |
| The dead eyed population | |
| Staring me down | |
| Wishing it was me they were putting in the ground | |
| So I unfold the paper | |
| I can' t take the pain much longer... | |
| " I can' t put words to paper | |
| On the pain we all feel | |
| But I know as you all stare at me | |
| That I' m the one to blame | |
| So condone me, disown me | |
| Bring me down to my knees | |
| I deserve it all anyway" | |
| My voice starts to break | |
| As tears stream down my face | |
| It' s not over, but it' s over | |
| I can' t take this heartbreak | |
| Anymore | |
| So we filed out and the music played | |
| Her coffin wearing bouquets | |
| Her mother' s crying, we were crying | |
| The weather reflected our pain | |
| We all drove down to the hole where we will put her | |
| Six feet down, but raising up from me | |
| I stood alone in the pouring rain | |
| As the days go by | |
| I find it harder to get up | |
| I' m asphyxiated by your presence | |
| Like a shadow over my shoulder | |
| But truth is, I don' t care | |
| I' d rather feel something there | |
| Than never feel you here at all | |
| I wish I got to hold you close | |
| One last time | |
| and not let go | |
| Not travel to the great divine | |
| Because I knew that would be my last goodbye | |
| I won' t see you on the other side. | |
| I stood alone in the pouring rain | |
| Shrouded by my shame | |
| I can' t even hold on to what I love | |
| Without it slipping away | |
| I tore my own heart out | |
| And threw it in her grave | |
| I guess I never needed it | |
| Standing alone in the pouring rain |
| zuò cí : Michael Duffield | |
| zuò qǔ : Michael Duffield | |
| Her mother holds her father | |
| While she weeps on his shoulder | |
| Their daughters brought down the isle | |
| But this isn' t her wedding day | |
| The coffins on the alter | |
| And the incense burns my eyes | |
| The priest starts by saying | |
| " God, why take this life away?" | |
| At this point her mother | |
| Breaks down in sorrow | |
| She calls me a monster | |
| And tears stream down | |
| Her face her face | |
| What am I to say? | |
| My eyes fill too | |
| But not of tears, but of hatred | |
| Self loathing, foreboding | |
| I feel their eyes stare upon me | |
| And I turn, to face them | |
| The dead eyed population | |
| Staring me down | |
| Wishing it was me they were putting in the ground | |
| So I unfold the paper | |
| I can' t take the pain much longer... | |
| " I can' t put words to paper | |
| On the pain we all feel | |
| But I know as you all stare at me | |
| That I' m the one to blame | |
| So condone me, disown me | |
| Bring me down to my knees | |
| I deserve it all anyway" | |
| My voice starts to break | |
| As tears stream down my face | |
| It' s not over, but it' s over | |
| I can' t take this heartbreak | |
| Anymore | |
| So we filed out and the music played | |
| Her coffin wearing bouquets | |
| Her mother' s crying, we were crying | |
| The weather reflected our pain | |
| We all drove down to the hole where we will put her | |
| Six feet down, but raising up from me | |
| I stood alone in the pouring rain | |
| As the days go by | |
| I find it harder to get up | |
| I' m asphyxiated by your presence | |
| Like a shadow over my shoulder | |
| But truth is, I don' t care | |
| I' d rather feel something there | |
| Than never feel you here at all | |
| I wish I got to hold you close | |
| One last time | |
| and not let go | |
| Not travel to the great divine | |
| Because I knew that would be my last goodbye | |
| I won' t see you on the other side. | |
| I stood alone in the pouring rain | |
| Shrouded by my shame | |
| I can' t even hold on to what I love | |
| Without it slipping away | |
| I tore my own heart out | |
| And threw it in her grave | |
| I guess I never needed it | |
| Standing alone in the pouring rain |