| Inside the cemetary gates
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| The morning was cold and gray
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| A sea of stone and trees
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| An ocean without a breeze
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| I’m hopeless, cold as the ground
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| Feeling crowded, but no one’s around
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| No answer, no notion to ease
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| This pain in my chest as I freeze
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| And the weight is lifted off my heart and I know
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| All the promise and debts
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| They got nowhere to go
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| To all my lovers and friends (lovers and friends)
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| I can finally make amends
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| No matter who it is, they will always let you down in the end
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| Lying in a medicated state
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| Blacked out but I’m wide awake
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| Pressing my ear to the floor
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| Watching for feet at my door
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| I’m empty, low as the sound
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| Of my heart breating into the ground
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| No answer, just static tv
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| And the voices just won’t let me be |