[“I felt a Funeral in my Brain” was originally composed by Emily Dickinson around 1861. As a work published over a century ago, it is now in the public domain. The Suno adaptation is Copyright Sam Reid, 2025.] I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of led, again, Then Space - began to toll, [instrumental] 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 - [instrumental] [bridge] And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of led, again, Then Space - began to toll, [pre-chorus] And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of led, again, Then 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 - [outro] And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then -
