Bruised egos and restless hearts
Always get lost when alone in the dark
The young are crippled with the looking fear
Of embarrassment drawing near
Recycled notions of a better past
Faded dreams never meant to last
The posture of acceptance oh so smug
I guess it's time to adjust the drugs

Dead and buried are notions of safety
They're too far
Dead and buried are sins of the past
Why what for

Ring around the rosie now
Pocket full of posies somehow
Ashes ashes dust to dust
We all fall down

Dead and buried are notions of safety
They're too far
Dead and buried are sins of the past
Why what for
Dead and buried are all of my hopes and dreams before
Dead and buried are everything