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 you all wrong, we were

Really to late to call,
so we're waiting for the morning to wake you
it's all we've got

To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow
For'e they died had trees to hang their hope

In every occasion one brilliant day funeral

(Band of Horses - The Funeral)