When this freedom stains my coat

With the winter in my throat

When I'm lost I dig the dirt

When I fall I drive the hearse

And silence is another way

Of saying what I wanna say

And lying is another way

Of hoping it will go away

And you were always my mistake...

Given time I fix the roof

Given cash I speak the truth

And silence is another way

Of saying what I wanna say

And lying is another way

Of hoping it will go away

And you were always my mistake...

When I'm down I drive the hearse

When this boredom wears me out

Then the sky begins to cloud

Sleeping with my ball and chain

When she cries I take the blame

And pride is just another way

Of trying to live with my mistakes

Denial is a better way

Of getting through another day

And silence is another way

Of saying what I wanna say

And lying is another way

Of hoping it will go away

And you we're always my mistake...

When I'm down I drive the hearse