To the Grave

Take it to the grave All the little things that we save All the letters stashed in to a cave Hidden for ever never really go away Doesn't matter what we may say Chitter-chatter happens every day And as we run and play We take it to the grave I never practiced telling lies as a habit But who among us is a saint Sometimes we lose or choose to tread in the water, Daughter Before we take off all the paint Running all day, like prey, we laugh and forget it, quit it We only hope to get away But I don't know why we won't just try to mix it and fix it Why the tricks that only lead us all astray, so why do we Take it to the grave All the little things that we save All the letters stashed in to a cave Hidden for ever never really go away Doesn't matter what we may say Chitter-chatter happens every day And as we run and play We take it to the grave I spend my life, so full of strife, in a panic, manic I'd like to spend it on the square But every time I get too close like a villain, killing I tend to vanish in thin air How come I never seem to trust any body They always seem to trust in me But I can't stop thinking, drinking in the dark, of the mark it left behind Back when they got a hold of me, so why do they Take it to the grave All the little things that we save All the letters stashed in to a cave Hidden for ever never really go away Doesn't matter what we may say Chitter-chatter happens every day And as we run and play We take it to the grave Take it easy, that, you know Cash to burn and time to blow We can weather all the crime It's a matter of time 'til we climb out of the grime Always searching, high and low Take a rest, enjoy the show When you're lonely, when you're sad Is the world going mad, no, it isn't that bad I will remember how I got to the future I Think about it all the time I'm moving on from being trapped in the present Into a brand new paradigm If I could only change the past, like an addict I'd never quit undoing harm But I really don't think that a silly little wink is every gonna do it That's a shame, hidden behind a wall of charm, tell me, why do I Take it to the grave All the little things that we save All the letters stashed in to a cave Hidden for ever never really go away Doesn't matter what we may say Chitter-chatter happens every day And as we run and play We take it to the grave