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
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...