I pass a graveyard on my way to work
Oh how I wish it was so easy
Slight suffering is not too much to ask
With devotion they perform these sacred tasks
And I wondered about the occupant
Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing
And just enjoy the time I spend
Today I saw two dozen white roses
But when there is no point to anything
Why is that I keep going?
On a fresh new mound of dirt
And his voice sings out for a lover
And the older ones are coughing
And we don't know what we are doing
But it's covered by the choir
Crying out loud for someone to help him
And we are all fucking alone
Oh yeah, lonely that's for sure
You know it gets a bit confusing
Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed
They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
Besides we all are making money
Maybe we are all dying
Why can't I let what happens happen?
Always obsessed about the end
Voices reaching way beyond the rafters
Was he calm and content
There is a bird perched on a frayed wet wire
Maybe just buying us some hope
When the darkness finally swallowed him
Maybe it's me who's this unstable
And the older ones they are dying
And collapsing on his back all pale and dead
Say it's all because of him
Because we know that we are lonely
