www.myspace.com/projectmainrules www.myspace.com/321buzzfeed I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard; we wonder To know you all wrong; we warn. Really too late to call, So we wait for morning to wake you That's all we got And to know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, they warn. At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion, once more, is called the funeral Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion, oh, one million day funeral I'm coming up only to show you down, For I'm coming up only to show you wrong. To the outside: the dead leaves, they're on the lawn For they don't have trees to hang their own. No receipt.