As we pulled into East Lawn

One gloomy Sunday

Two men in black appeared

Under the marble archway

My sister and I said "thank you" as they escorted us

Sheltered from the rain

All is shadow under their umbrellas

Passing through the hall

Of long-forgotten urns

I thought it would be better

To be burned than in the dirt

As we reached the inner sanctum

The funeral was underway

The priestess told us to go up

And pray

“I love you” would have been enough for him, I think

But when I opened up my mouth

No words came out

So I just went up to the altar

Holding two white roses

One for the car, one for the coffin

White roses

One for the car, one for the coffin

White roses

One for the car, one for the coffin

White roses

One for the car, one for the coffin

One for the car, one for the coffin

One for the car, one for the coffin

One for the car, one for the coffin

One for the car, one for the coffin

One for the car, one for the coffin

One for the car, one for the coffin