Filling Seconds (With Minutes)

It’s awful quiet here
In the graveyard
Playing Hamlet to your ghost

It’s so healthy here
To start a graveyard
You need to shoot a man or two

It’s so idyllic here
In the bud yard
Flowers only fail when they are plucked

So raise your eyes above
That darkening skyline
And let the glory blooms grow through

It’s awful, quiet, here
In the graveyard
Playing Hamlet to your ghost

It’s so healthy here
To start a graveyard
You need to shoot a man or two

Fill every second
With countless minutes
You’re free to be the person that you are now

Blue eyes say “love me”
Brown eyes say “I die”
It’s awful quiet playing in the graveyard

Raise your eyes
Stop stepping on the failing flowers
On the failing flowers
Raise your eyes
Stop stepping on the failing flowers
On the failing flowers