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