I know what it's like to be dead
Ain't that what you told me
Standing on the rivers edge
The first day of spring
Didn't buy a word that you said
Spilled something that was holy
Had a bad bag didn't we

Thought you saw something down the hallway creeping
Floating through the walls while you tried sleeping
Talking in a hushed tone you don't like
Bugs have been crawling on you for no reason
Sinking in the dirt every time you tried sneezing
Always trying to butter up
The lady in white

I know what it's like to be dead
Ain't that what you told me
Standing on the rivers edge
The first day of spring
Didn't buy a word that you said
Spilled something that was holy
Had a bad bag didn't we

Thought you saw something down the hallway creeping
Floating through the walls while you tried sleeping
Talking in a hushed tone you don't like
Bugs have been crawling on you for no reason
Sinking in the dirt every time you tried sneezing
Always trying to butter up
The lady in white