Graves
We make oaths up to a god we don't believe in
Make a choice to forge a life around a crumbling foundation
Every day, when we wake up, assume the family position
Have a child and let it eat you from the inside, from the inside
I take your hand in mine
You turn the lights out
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
And I'm falling in
Empty plates and tired mouths surround the table
What we were, is just a myth, a stupid joke, another fable
Tying knots, just to break them in a violent display of
How we know, that we've been fooled by what we thought
Was something real, something real
I take your hand in mine
You turn the lights out
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
And I'm falling in
I can't bear to say your name or even glance in your direction
All I have is your abuse when all I need is your protection
There's a weight around my finger and it's dragging me beneath
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I take your hand in mine
You turn the lights out
I take your hand in mine
For the last time
Make a choice to forge a life around a crumbling foundation
Every day, when we wake up, assume the family position
Have a child and let it eat you from the inside, from the inside
I take your hand in mine
You turn the lights out
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
And I'm falling in
Empty plates and tired mouths surround the table
What we were, is just a myth, a stupid joke, another fable
Tying knots, just to break them in a violent display of
How we know, that we've been fooled by what we thought
Was something real, something real
I take your hand in mine
You turn the lights out
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
Your eyes are graves to me
And I'm falling in
I can't bear to say your name or even glance in your direction
All I have is your abuse when all I need is your protection
There's a weight around my finger and it's dragging me beneath
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I take your hand in mine
You turn the lights out
I take your hand in mine
For the last time
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Writer(s): Leo Faulkner, Gemma Matthews
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