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 were 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
|
When the sky begins to cloud
|
Sleeping with my ball and chain
|
When she cries I take the blame
|
|
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
|
|
When I'm down I drive the hearse
|
|
-----------------
|
I Drive The Hearse
|
| Porcupine Tree |
