I'm tired enough without the thoughts
Of how good things could be
I'm tired enough without the thoughts
Of how good things could be
It is a funeral of
Empty chairs and an unseen visitor
With an umbrella, on the road,
In the rain
It is a funeral of
Empty chairs and an unseen visitor
With an umbrella, on the road,
In the rain
I'm cured!
I'm cured!
Half a dog.
Half a dog.