We are Graveyard Family –
we each have something buried here
Six feet and two months under –
suffocating beneath words and
sweet dreams and
Tennessee
Time heals all wounds
Time heals all wounds
Time heals all wounds
And the rot sets in
And I keep your spare rib close by –
A glowing ember for when it gets dark
It gets dark a lot here –
hold
you
close
Let Him work His magic and
build me a body from your suffering –
cough a breath into my soul
This is how you bury your dead