At a Gravestone (Live from the Studio)

Well, that suit never fit you anyway Especially not on a hot summer day By this graveside A cold breeze in my hand There's a million thoughts running through my head You look in my eye like a book that you read On the nightstand Just an arm's reach away There's dust on your jacket And dirt on your boots We all walk around with nothing to lose But it all ends the same Just between me and you and a gravestone Where does a grave go Anyway Had a picture of what we thought it'd be I can close my eyes and clearly see All the memories That we never made There's dust on your jacket And dirt on your boots We all walk around with nothing to lose But it all ends the same Just between me and you and a gravestone Where does a grave go Anyway The world keeps spinning Around and around The moon comes up and the sun goes down But we're all just a breath barely making a sound Through the lips Divine kiss Well, that suit never fit you anyway Especially not on a hot summer day by this graveside A cold breeze in my hand.