Roses for the Dead - Funeral For A Friend

Just to say we're sorry

For the black eyes and bleeding lips

When it's hard to forget

How many lies we've told

Or how old we'd grow

Before I said goodbye

So let's scrape our knees on the playground

It's not your fault

You feel okay

It's too late in the day

It's not your fault

You feel betrayed

You can't come out to play

I never listened to a word you never said

I never listened to a word you never said

Wasting the hours now

We're all suckers for tragedies

And start this over again

And you bring us to our knees

As sunrise comes

And the story we will sell

There'll be a hundred papers

So we'll follow you up

It's not your fault

You feel okay

It's too late in the day

It's not your fault

You feel betrayed

You can't come out to play

I never listened to a word you never said

I never listened to a word you never said

So raise your hands up high

And let this rain pour on

So raise your hands up high

And wash us away

Like innocence and childbirth

You look just like your mother

And you look just like your father

Forgive him our father

Your son is smiling

So lay roses around you