Heavy hangs the head
That carries the burden
Of words left unspoken
And love left uncertain
He who lives in doubt
Has a weight unknown
Saw his soul fly away
With a murder of crows
There is no ceiling in our garden
Still he's trapped in his head
With all the thoughts that haunt him
And words that are better unsaid
Stares death in the face
Under clouds of moonlit glow
Sees his face in the reflection
In piles of formless snow
He asks himself;"What did I do?"
As the blood runs from his knuckles
And paints a tattoo
To force a tear
Fall to his knees and scream
Won't heal his pain
Or wash him clean
Wash him clean
There is no ceiling in our garden
Still he's trapped in his head
With all the thoughts that haunt him
And words that are better unsaid
Take a deep breath
Let the cold air fill your lungs
Leave all your drunken words
Underneath your tongue
Underneath your tongue
He told her everything, or nothing at all
'Cause words mean nothing
When they're drowned in
Alcohol