Digging the Grave

It would be wrong to ask you why

Because I know what goes inside

Is only half of what comes out

Isn't that what it's about, it's about

To remind us we're alive

To remind us we're not blind

In that big, black hole

Comfortable

Digging the grave, I got it made

Let something in, or throw something out?

You left the door open wide

I know you have a reason why

That knot is better left untied

I just went and undid mine

It takes some time and the shadow is so big

It takes the sun out of the day

And the feeling goes away

When you close the door

Comfortable

Digging the grave, I got it made

Let something in, or throw something out?

You left the door open wide

Digging the grave, I got it made

Comfortable

Digging the grave, I got it made

Let something in, or throw something out?

You left the door open wide

And it's out of this world, comfortable

Out of this world, comfortable

Out of this world, comfortable

Out of this world, comfortable