To the Grave

Take it to the grave
All the little things that we save
All the letters stashed in to a cave
Hidden for ever never really go away
Doesn't matter what we may say
Chitter-chatter happens every day
And as we run and play
We take it to the grave

I never practiced telling lies as a habit
But who among us is a saint
Sometimes we lose or choose to tread in the water, Daughter
Before we take off all the paint
Running all day, like prey, we laugh and forget it, quit it
We only hope to get away
But I don't know why we won't just try to mix it and fix it
Why the tricks that only lead us all astray, why do we

Take it to the grave
All the little things that we save
All the letters stashed in to a cave
Hidden for ever never really go away
Doesn't matter what we may say
Chitter-chatter happens every day
And as we run and play
We take it to the grave

I spend my life, so full of strife, in a panic, manic
I'd like to spend it on the square
But every time I get too close like a villain, killing
I tend to vanish in thin air
How come I never seem to trust any body
They always seem to trust in me
But I can't stop thinking, drinking in the dark, of the mark it left behind
Back when they got a hold of me, so why do they

Take it to the grave
All the little things that we save
All the letters stashed in to a cave
Hidden for ever never really go away
Doesn't matter what we may say
Chitter-chatter happens every day
And as we run and play
We take it to the grave

Take it easy, that, you know
Cash to burn and time to blow
We can weather all the crime
It's a matter of time until we climb out of the grime
Always searching, high and low
Take a rest, enjoy the show
When you're lonely, when you're sad
Is the world going mad, no, it isn't that bad

I will remember how I got to the future
I Think about it all the time
I'm moving on from being trapped in the present
Into a brand new paradigm
If I could only change the past, like an addict
I'd never quit undoing harm
But I really don't think that a silly little wink is every gonna do it
That's a shame, hidden behind a wall of charm, tell me, why do I

Take it to the grave
All the little things that we save
All the letters stashed in to a cave
Hidden for ever never really go away
Doesn't matter what we may say
Chitter-chatter happens every day
And as we run and play
We take it to the grave