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
On an answering machine
That I knew
You 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