Žodžiai dainai: Sloan. Four Nights At The Palais Royale. Bells On.

While I'm at this funeral
You're in New York
I've been dividing my grieving
You're sleeping with a mutual friend

I dreamed that I kissed your mouth
And you thought about me
Over Christmas
Oh, you might know who I am
But I know who you are
Your heart is in your art and mine's in New York

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
You're sleeping with a mutual friend
And I want to be with you again
And again, and again
I've thought about you a lot lately
So flash me your metal smile

I'm thinking about you
You're thinking about New York
Though to you your friend was hurt
To him I owe him money
Will you pay back the thirty dollars
That he thinks I owe him? But I don't owe him anything

If you had a funeral
I'd be there with bells on

If I had a funeral
Would you even care?
Would you wear your silver dress?
Would you actually wear lipstick?

Would you lie upon my grave?
And be there with bells on
So you could ring me from this life?
From this life
From this life
So you could ring me from this life