empty playground of the living

lonely swingsets of the dead

it must be nice in heaven to have an angel

to heal the subtle silence in your head

so no more crying tonight

"all there is are bad dreams"

and the yelling from the pain

silent stories i have told you

precious moments never spent

you've had another bad day

up here in heaven!

all the silent spaces in your head

so no more crying tonight

"all there is are bad dreams"

and the yelling from the pain

everything is gone!

everything's just fine!

the monkey bars live lightning

and the slide takes me away

from evil looks

and bloodshot eyes

empty playgrounds of the living

lonely swingsets of the dead