title of this song

you've taken the title of this song, from a life that's beyond, to something that you could hold on to, but is it wrong to sing along, when all of the words, they just get on your nerves, but the verse is ringing out like a curse, i'm tired of this old refrain, is the chorus you sang, when you had no one to blame, but yourself for singing it all in vain, you've taken the title of this song, from a book that goes on and on, until you can't find the ending, was it a funeral or a wedding?, or a seance for the bride, whose affection had died?, though some say love is suicide, "my heart it don't make any sense", was all that she said, when her love was found dead, the story was all in her head, i'm tired of this old refrain, is the chorus you sang, when you had no one to blame, but yourself for singing it all in vain, there was nothing but the song we were singing, there was nothing but the song we were singing, oh, nothing but the song we were singing, there was nothing but the song we were singing, there was nothing but the song we were singing, there was nothing but the song we were singing, and there was nothing but the song we were singing