I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
 作词 : Emily Dickinson
 作曲 : Andrew Bird
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
And Mourners to and fro
Treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through
And when they all were seated
A Service, like a Drum
Beating beating till I thought
My mind was going numb
My mind was growing
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again
Then Space-Space began to toll
As all the Heavens were a Bell
And Being, but an Ear
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here
And then a Plank in Reason, broke
And I dropped down, and down
And hit a World, at every plunge
And Finished knowing - then
And Finished knowing
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again
Then Space-Space began to toll
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
And Mourners to and fro
Treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through