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.