All the Leaves Are Falling

I was at your funeral

I was in the cubicle

I was there when you were young

Laid out looking beautiful

You were born no silver spoon

You were born so beautiful

All the leaves are falling

As summer leads into autumn

The call of the wild is on us

Pick our brains up from the bottom

Dublin city rains in my soul

Its a ****in savage reason to come home

Savagery that they all had to leave their homes

But its a ****in savage feeling to come home

Maybe we just don’t belong

I was at your funeral

I was in the cubicle

I was there when you were young

You were there when I was 1

I was at your funeral

Your ma was on the pew with me

I saw you at the funeral

Maybe its not news to you, but I’ll be leaving soon

All the leaves are falling as summer turns into autumn

Call of the wild is on us

Pick our brains up from the bottom.