to be buried in words
God, I don't know what to do
to be buried in words
God, I wish I was next to You
I don't wanna be here
Lord, I don't wanna be here no more
the hours, the minutes, the seconds
they bore and they bore
holes, Lord so many holes,
so I buried myself
in words that once consoled
those words Lord
they've grown terribly old
and so have I
Lord, so have I
