Mattresses Underwater

There are places

Some of us can't face yet

And even though we see it

We just swear God's sleeping

So we say,

"Ash to ash, dust to dust,

We're all gonna die so we have to

Trust in something"

But it's probably nothing

There's gotta be something

Now we mean it in our homes where we're sleeping

We call it mattresses underwater but the gutters are seeping

So we say,

"Ask and ask and we'll return

The same favors till its our own turn"

We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn,

Another forty years for you

And yours to learn

Love was made like a ship at bay, never to see waves

We'll probably all crash anyway

When we see it we don't believe it

We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping

We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn

Another forty years for you and yours to learn

You say, "all you ever talk about is dying and it's getting so old"

And we say, "love was made

Like a book or a page just ripped out but we never read anyway"

And you say "love was made like a ship at bay never to see waves"

We should probably get used to it, but we don't

Now I see it...

She's got her hands in her pockets and she's walking around

She's got a face made for smiling but she's making a frown

She says, "all you ever talk about is letting us down

If you ever see me dying, just put me in the ground"