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
