These telephone lines,

They don't serve me anymore.

Only bringing me bad news.

(Bringing me bad news.)

And my home town

Only makes me want you more

When i have nothing else to do



we're driving so that i can see

which graveyard it will be

keep my cup full so i wont remember

the night you buried me alive



when i wake up

i feel restless as before

when you've stolen all my sleep

so you can grab your keys

but don't forget me

don't forget me



we're driving so that i can see

which graveyard it will be

keep my cup full so i wont remember

the night you buried me alive



you know, it's not too late

to edure these things

your failed attempts to move me

and what i bring