Funeral - Leoniden

A shaking house, on shaking ground, is still a house.

And it’s ours

You found me in the trash, we fell in love with dirty hands, our friend is dead

And it all comes down to this:

You matter to me, I matter to you

We met at the funeral of the world

Although we carry our coffins to bury our hope

We fell in love at the funeral of the world

I just wanna say thank you for what you do.

You’re just being you

When this weight on my shoulders, gets a hold of me

I get scared, that you won’t feel the same

But you do feel the same