And when they say That you've gone away I'm gonna cry for three whole days. And I'll put on my best Sunday clothes And I'll carry you down to your grave. And as the day Turns rainy and grey I'm gonna kneel in the mud and pray. And if you can hear me Then tell me you love me And ask me to stay. And finally when they All walk away I'm gonna lay down beside you babe, And I'll wrap your dead arms around me And curl up and sleep in your grave. And then your grave will be our own, And it'll save me from the horror of dying alone. And so I've decided I don't need the sky When I can see all the stars in your eyes. And I'll be ok If I can lay beside you for the rest of my days. So let's pull up this blanket of dirt and we'll curl up and sleep in your grave.