Текст Sloan – Bells On

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
La la la…

If I had a funeral