And the funeral screams
The song that it sings
The memories feel

What was everything
The sound rings loud
From a sick shotgun

What can never be fought
Can never be won


So sooner or later
I gotta believe


That she's getting
That she's getting better
While my heart bleeds

While i can't forget her
That she's getting
That she's getting better

While i'm running away
In my burden of shame


When my injuries are still
Like the eye of the storm
Then the feeling creeps in

Like a wave to the shore
Will i ever be whole
In the half where i'm not

What can never be found
Can never be lost


So sooner or later
I gotta believe


That she's getting
That she's getting better
While my heart bleeds

While i can't forget her
That she's getting
That she's getting better

While i'm running away
In my burden of shame