Lyrics

I felt a funeral in my brain And mourners to and fro Treading, treading, till it seemed The sense was breaking through And when we all were seated A service like a drum Beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb My mind was going And then I heard them lift a box And creak across my soul With the same boots of lead again Space, space began to toll As all the heavens were a bell And Being but an ear And I, and silence, some strange race Wrecked, solitary, here And then a plank in reason broke And I dropped down, and down And hit a world at every plunge And finished knowing, then And finished knowing And then I heard them lift a box And creek around my soul With the same boots of lead again Space, space began to toll I felt a funeral in my brain And mourners to and fro Treading, treading, till it seemed The sense was breaking through
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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