My Funeral

Distant horizon, warm winter sky
Dawn breaks the silence of life on the rise
Cascading hills frosted with purple haze
Sun splits the clouds with light orange blaze

Fires rip across cold sheets of ice
Beds frozen with snowy blankets entice
Rays of wet sunshine drip hot tangerine
wrapped in white smoke a fever daydream

I hear the mountains call my name
frigid heart frenzies in flame
I feel my eyes turn evergreen
but I know the madness shadowed by the unseen

things I don't understand
I let hold to my hand

funeral
it's my funeral
funeral
it's my funeral
misty mountaintops so grand
mystery, folly of man

funeral
it's my funeral

Lucidity or subconscious delusion
Cool clarity or a contrived confusion
reality begins to crystallize
fragile, shattered by the lure of fantasy, slow polarize

Day plunges deep into dark fascination
wind chills graze my skin with faint death sensation
Beauty and madness an arctic crossroad
destined to die in this manic abode

I hear the mountains call my name
desperation is to blame
I feel my eyes turn evergreen
rolling, closed to glimpse the impending obscene

things I don't understand
I let hold to my hand

it's my funeral
it's my funeral
funeral
it's my funeral
misty mountaintops so grand
mystery, folly of man

funeral
it's my funeral

Funeral
it's my funeral
funeral
it's my funeral

Vera Furs