Intro : (x2)   I'm coming up only to hold you under   I'm coming up only to show you wrong   And to know you is hard and we wonder   To know you all wrong, we were   Ooh, ooh,  ooh, ooh    (x2) Really too late to call, so we wait for Morning to wake you; it's all we got To know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, they were   Every occasion, I'll be ready for a funeral   At every occasion once more is called a funeral   Every occasion, I'm ready for the funeral   At every occasion one brilliant 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 all blow For'e they died had trees to hang their hope   Ooh, ooh,  ooh, ooh      (Ad libitum)