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, assumes 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 tirеd mouths surround the table
What we wеre, 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)
Your eyes are graves to me (your eyes are fakes to me)
And I'm falling in

I can't bear to say your name or even glance in your direction (your eyes are graves to me)
All I have is your abuse when all I need is your protection (your eyes are graves to me)
There's a weight around my finger, and it's dragging me beneath (your eyes are graves to me)
I'm letting go (and I'm falling in)
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