it s one for the will i m already laughing give me what s mine and i ll go i ve covered the course to my only funeral it s back to the drawing board and i ll run i have soared higher than eagles but nothing compares to the feeling of being unstable i have climbed onto pieces of dead green i have always clung on to the things i have closest around me i have stumbled through the hills and now i m in trouble it s one for the will i m already thinking give me what s mine and i ll go i ve covered the course to my only funeral it s back to the drawing board it s one for the world i m already laughing now through the dirt and the gravel in the ground  in the wild and ever i stumble in the ashes of winter and they ll piece us together again they ll stammer and stumble our way it ll always be better to go then always be making amends and they ll piece us together again they ll stammer and stumble our way i ll always be making amends it s one for the will i m already thinking give me what s mine and i ll go i ve covered the course to my only funeral it s back to the drawing board it s one for the world i m already laughing now through the dirt and the gravel in the ground1