Once upon too long a time, the grass was always green
And discontent could be a luxury
You and I were often known as "you and I and them"
And "they" were just another part of me
Some things are only clear with space
Some things are only clear with time
Some things are only clear when you are buried
In the cold, cold, cold, cold ground

You possess the sort of tongue I'd like to see removed
You pass out tidy packages of guilt
You become discouraged as you see the gardens grow
You'd trade your left arm just to see them wilt
I lost my patience in the rain
I lost my patience in the snow
I lost my patience in the cemetary
In the cold, cold, cold, cold ground

Everybody that you knows
Knows that you don't know how to say no
They should've told me so
Everybody that you see
Sees that you don't see that much in me
But I am far from free

Once upon too long a time, the sky was always blue
And happiness could be a way of life
You would never risk a break with cozy status quo
And I would never dare to draw the knife
Some people want to see you laugh
Some people want to see you cry
Some people want to see you still and lifeless
In the cold, cold, cold, cold ground