Graves -

We fit our pain into a box

Dug a six foot hole and filled it to the top

Then we put a road over the dirt

To navigate away from the hurt

Still back there

Is a box with our name

Where we buried the pain

Where we buried the pain

Still back there is a box with our name

Where we buried the pain, the blame, the shame

We haven’t healed a thing

We’ve just concealed the pain

Built a big city over the graves

Thought the bright lights would keep the ghost away

Bought a nice house at the top of the hill

Like the further away the less we would feel

Still back there

Is a box with our name

Where we buried the pain

Where we buried the pain

Still down there is a box with our name

Where we buried the pain, the blame, the shame

We haven’t healed a thing

We’ve just concealed the pain

We haven’t healed a thing

We’ve just concealed the pain