Tombs

Down in the deep

Looking for quarters

Riding the bucket

Through the well and high waters

And the stars of green grass

Unwrap many a dark hole

Housing the houses

That house all our souls

Heaven is spinning

A brown ring in my cup

You have to look down

You can't see it looking up

And into my temple

Of bile and gas

We pray away pain

But keep firm in our grasp

And backed under fire

In the wind and the home

On the street, in the office

From the prisons you've flown

Down the marble halls and highways

Through your moustache comb

Tombs, all tombs

How the rose will ever bloom

Tombs, all tombs

How the rose will ever bloom

I put a curtain on my front door

And a flashlight through my heart

I bought a bunch of paperbacks

And I don't know which one to start

Its cold and snow is sweeping up

The servants off the street

Some wonder who the winner will be

But I wonder who he'll beat

I know its kind of sad

And lonely where you're at

And when you get it back

You'll probably be dead on your feet

Or maybe it will hit you

Like a bullet from the air

Your God has come to get you

Well, I wonder how I'll fair

Sometimes I think I know the answer

And other times I don't

Tombs, all tombs

How the rose will ever bloom

Tombs, all tombs

How the rose will ever bloom

I've often wondered 'bout you

And the ways in which you work

And if I decide to live without you

How much would that hurt?

And I know that if I blow it

And end up face down in the dirt

With the sun still shining on me

And you hiking up your skirt

I could blow a million bubbles

And the world would pop them all

Everybody's trying to find you

In fields and hallowed halls

My mind is daily blowing

My heart is on my wrist

My battery is going

I think you get the gist

All tombs

How the rose will ever bloom

Tombs, all tombs

How the rose will ever bloom