Califone - Funeral Singers

A little narcotic warm on me/ what will I do without the weight of you. Funeral singers wail/ charity fails whose child are you now The lighthouse keeper grazed the lip/spread like a fog/ stood in the weather and prayed for a push but doesn't take the jump again tonight. the book is aching for the tree/ return return return to me all my friends/ all my friends. All my friends are weeds and rain/ all my friends are half-gone birds/ are magnets all my friends are words/ all my friends are funeral singers/ funeral singers. Funeral singers wailing. A spark is aching for the light/ return return return tonight All my friends/ all my friends. all my friends are keeping time/ all my friends have just quit trying/ all my friends are funeral singers. Funeral singers / funeral singers wailing