Funeral from Vanderlay EP by Vanderlay

I swam the seas to your funeral to make sure you were still beautiful,
I know you'd never let death make a fool of you.
I sat quiet in the back row and watched the tears like a river flow,
Right down the isle to my ankles, oh boy, you got my socks wet.

I said I’d never let your hand go, but now I’m carrying a handle
To the place where the grass grows and soon it will grow over you.
And it's a good thing I don't mind walking because they put your tombstone at the far end,
So you're far away from everything, but you're still so close to me.

My god I’m breaking all the time and I don't know just when it will stop.
And everybody moves on with their lives, but I don't know when it will stop.

Now I walk home along the concrete, I’m sinking down into a sandpit,
I'm dragging everyone I know in, cause I don't want to be alone.
And now I fear there's a mutiny, when all I wants for you to be with me
We're covered in obscurity, and now your'e covered in dirt.

• Ambient Folk
• Folk
• alternative folk
• country
• melancholy
• singer-songwriter
• France