What's so funny is nobody's laughing
at this change of heart you're having.
What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder,
but I can't seem to get out from under,
all these stones you tied to my chest.
What's so funny is I'm scared and lonely,
and I don't think that I'm the only one
as I watch you drive away.
and what's so funny is the birds are singing,
sun shining, and bells are ringing and I'm thinking,
'what happened here?'
There's a chappel in Minneapolis
and it holds the bones
of a dead saint in it the stain glass glows
from the ceiling there,
and reminds me of the feeling
where I first looked into your eyes,
and saw the most beautiful birds
fly strait into the sun,
their wings on fire, the deed was done.
Whats so funny is this piece of skin,
the one on my arm with your name inked in.
What was I thinking?
But what's so funny is the way things go down.
Like when a star dies it doesn't make a single sound.
It's just gone, you can't find it when you look into the sky.
And I can't change your mind.
There's a werewolf out on my front lawn and he's looking pissed off
and he's wet from all the rain. I think I'll go say hi, and offer him a beer.