Califone
"Funeral Singers"

a little narcotic warm on me what will i do without the weight of you funeral singers wail charity fails whose child are you now the lighthouse keeper grazed the lip spread like a fog stood in the weather and prayed for a push but doesn't take the jump again tonight the book is aching for the tree return to me all my friends are weeds and rain all my friends are half-gone birds are magnets all my friends are words all my friends are funeral singers wailing a spark is aching for the light return tonight all my friends are keeping time all my friends have just quit trying all my friends are funeral singers wailing