The Grave

I was taught the line but I couldn't find a reason to stay behind it There I found a life that compounds the reasons for their warning oh Feels like I gambled their advice on winnings that were anything but clear At the time Raindrops are falling on the dead I'm pushing daisies from a headstone Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name Of my own name I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made Oh Lord, why couldn't you have made me like an oak tree I could live off of my roots For now, I'm untethered from the line that leads the oak skyward I'm headed towards the Raindrops that fall upon the dead I'm pushing daisies from a headstone Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name Of my own name I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made Raindrops are falling on the dead I'm pushing daisies from a headstone Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my name Of my own name Raindrops are falling on the dead I'm pushing daisies from a headstone Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name I'm brushing dirt off of my own name I'm brushing dirt off of my own name