I don't feel like mourning. So tonight let's raise the dead
With voices loud and songs sung proud and reverie in our heads.

I don't feel like grieving. Tomorrow let's leave home and light a fire.
And if the phone rings no one say a thing and then no one will be the liar.

This is a brand new feeling. Nail shut the coffin, open the door.
Eulogise nothing, synthesise nothing, nothing is over, not like before.