Digging the Grave

It would be wrong to ask you why Because I know what goes inside Is only half of what come out Isn't that what it's about? To remind us we're alive To remind us we're not blind In that big, black hole Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in, or throw something out? You left the door open wide I know you have a reason why That knot is better left untied I just went and undid mine It takes some time And the shadows so big It takes the sun out of the day And the feeling goes away if you close the door Comfortable