Funeral - Owel

Holding up her glass

Gazing through the chardonnay

She says, «Here's to lovers passed

This one, he was taken far too soon»

Smiling in the casket

As if I could hear it

«Oh, he’s the only one

The only one for me»

I would kill to be a ghost

I would kill to be a ghost

In the comfort of my own

Funeral

«Always so compassionate

Oh, a true humanitarian»

Cries the weeping president

While accompanied by violin

Then as they lay me down to rest

Release the doves and fire off the cannon

I would kill to be a ghost

I would kill to be a ghost

In the comfort of my own

Funeral

Oh, to see the final show

Watch the final curtains close

In the comfort of my own

My own

My own

(«He's the only one

The only one for me»)

Funeral