Из альбома: Types of Wood
Lay here all day long in a box I call my home.
But you always wanted to be nothing like me...
There's dirt that surrounds me, and I can't really breathe.
And I always wanted to be nothing like me...
My tears, they tell the truth 'cause I refuse to believe in you.
But I always wanted to be nothing like me...
No one is buried next to me, and my family was spread across the sea.
And I always wanted to be nothing like me... And I never thought to be...
I dug myself this hole; the worms are in the soil.
But I always wanted to be alone, and that is all I have in this hole.