Line of people to pass you by   Posing sympathy with its whitewash eyes   With the ladies feigning their mourning cries   And the men shaking hands:   Weigh away   Way away   All the pictures in your mind   As you're passed the thousandth time   Thousandth photograph   Listen to sympathetic lies   As their reasons change under mourning guise   With the gentlemen feigning sorrowed sighs   And drinking champagne:   Weigh away   Way away   As all the people pass and pose   You hold back the tears   And hold onto memories   Small talk hangs like a dirty cloud   Saying nothing real but deafening loud   An urge to run away from the crowd   And mourn all alone:   Make a promise to no-one   Wondering if you'd been worthwhile   Turn away from the chatter   And the hungry smiles