Brown hair in a bird's nest, a pile of teeth under a tree

The frayed sleeves of a poorly tailored jacket

Another wasted night searching for life

Digging up graves 'cause I've got something to say to the dead and buried



You know how my mind, it drifts

A small boat lost at sea, callow and rudderless to say the least

I swear on my mother's gravy that I didn't lie to you

I was only as usual confused



It was wrong of me to curse your family's name

And your faith and an answering machine

That I knew it didn't know how to use

For how long must I lie awake?

For how many long nights shall I keep digging up graves?



I swear on my mother's gravy that I didn't lie to you

I just didn't tell the truth