Lisa Hannigan - Funeral Suit lyrics

He came by in his funeral suit In an open-hearted shade of blue Asked me what I liked to do On the July evening To Bermondsey or to Shoreditch I said I don't know which is which The night's a thread for him to stitch For me, the unbelieving In the end we just stay in And gesture with our mugs of gin Dance around this borrowed kitchen A stop and start dumb show I am a cold filament We advance in tender increments Between the past and future tense Test the weight of both