Buried Alive - Tim Booth

My civil unions relocated

From the bedroom to the kitchen

3 children

Domesticated

How did this come to be?

Love my children

Even my husband

He commutes

Repetition in the city

Pays for perfection

Few indiscretions

None he’d own

Buried alive

I don’t believe in hereafter

Buried alive

Don’t close the lid I survived

Buried alive

More of this but just darker

Whatever happened, happened to me

Gone gone gone

My life was fluid

Now I’m bitter and sharp

Like this cold coffe

That I sip in the dark

The dregs of regret

Better get used to it

Let’s face it

Life is for the young

When you’re full of hope

And the future looks strong

Now every photograph I see

Well it looks wrong wrong wrong

Don’t say downturn

I’m in depression

Mortgage and pensions

Where’s the resurrection

From the high life

To a housewife

Wrong wrong wrong

Buried alive

I don’t believe in hereafter

Buried alive

Don’t close the lid I survived

Buried alive

More of this but just darker

Whatever happened, happened to me

Gone gone gone

No self pity

Whatever happened

Happened to me

No self pity

Whatever happened

Happened to me