I'm coming up only to hold you under 
I'm coming up only to show you wrong 
And to know you is hard and we wonder 
To know you all wrong, we were 

Really too late to call, so we wait for 
Morning to wake you; it's all we got 
To know me as hardly golden 
Is to know me all wrong, they were 

At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral 
At every occasion once more is called a funeral 
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral 
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral 

I'm coming up only to show you down for 
I'm coming up only to show you wrong 
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic) 
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope 

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral 
At every occasion once more is called the funeral 
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral 
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral