And the funeral screams

The song that it sings

The memories feel

What was everything

The sound rings loud

From a sick shotgun

What can never be fought

Can never be won



So sooner or later

I gotta believe



That she's getting

That she's getting better

While my heart bleeds

While i can't forget her

That she's getting

That she's getting better

While i'm running away

In my burden of shame



When my injuries are still

Like the eye of the storm

Then the feeling creeps in

Like a wave to the shore

Will i ever be whole

In the half where i'm not

What can never be found

Can never be lost



So sooner or later

I gotta believe



That she's getting

That she's getting better

While my heart bleeds

While i can't forget her

That she's getting

That she's getting better

While i'm running away

In my burden of shame