[Words and music by Devin Townsend]



Jesus, here lies my brother 

Tortured and blown 

Stretch for the heavens and go 

...I watch him go 

Here it comes 



Jesus was a poor boy 

Jesus was a poor boy 

"It's justa spring clean for the May queen" 

I'm coming home 



And this one's for the life 

This one's for the funeral in the rain 

And if only for tonight 

This one's for the funeral in the rain 



The day's gone and the year's gone 

And I don't know when I'm coming home 

I can't hold on to what I've had 

When what I've had 

There's nothing left at all... 



So this one's for the life 

This one's for the funeral in the rain 

And if only for tonight 

Close your eyes and try to sleep again... 



A world away, you turn away 

I'm wide awake, and I don't need your home 

Tell me why he went, it seems to be 

An element to this mystery 

It's so cold today, so I get away, and I'm left behind with nothing but words...