when this freedom stains my coat
with the winter in my throat
when i'm lost i dig the dirt
when i fall i drive the hearse
and silence is another way of saying what i wanna say
and lying is another way of hoping it will go away
and you we're always my mistake.
given time i fix the roof
given cash i speak the truth
and silence is another way of saying what i wanna say
and lying is another way of hoping it will go away
and you were always my mistake.
when i'm down i drive the hearse
when this boredom wears me out
then the sky begins to cloud
sleeping with my ball and chain
when she cries i take love late
and pride is just another way of trying to live with my mistakes
denial is a better way of getting through another day
and silence is another way of saying what i wanna say
and lying is another way of hoping it will go away
and you were always my mistake.
