Building Lyrics - Funeral For A Friend

Shouldering the blame 

Walking into frame 

Like a lighted silhouette 

Against a cotton sheet 

Smothering the crease 

Tin can in hand 

Waiting for God to come around 

But He never comes around 

He never comes around 

Quiet like a mouse 

Building up your house 

Just to tear it down 

Leaving us the pieces 

Do they ever fit? 

Tin can in hand 

Waiting for God to come around 

But He never comes around 

He never comes around