Funeral Singers hour 8
credit: Funeral Singers by Sylvan Esso all italic lines are credited to the song

under starry skies I hold the fire in my hand
and stretch to the sky
all my friends are funeral singers

the weight of love is a warm blanket
safe around me, protection from the cold
all my friends are half-gone birds

even the stars will burn out eventually
long before we know they’re gone
all my friends are keeping time

I sing to starry skies about my past
and hopes for the future
words lost in the spitting fire
as a book is aching for the tree