Riverside - Transit
Walking outside the gates of winter cemetery
I wonder when my time will be spent beneath the dirt and leaves
As uplifting as that sounds I'm not about to lay down and die
Still my heart beats to the tune of my uncertainty
So I try to make the most of my short time here
It's my job side streets are dead ends of my insecurities
So I try to make the most my short time here
Our headstones won't tell the story
They'll just engrave the ending
What difference will it make
Still my heart beats
What will become of us
Still my heart beats
What difference will it make
Still my heart beats
What will come of us
Walking outside of the gates of winter cemetery
I wonder when my time will be to sleep beneath
The dirt and leaves
As uplifting as that sounds
I'm not about to lay down and die
Just keep your eyes on the door
I'll have an ear to the ground
Just keep your eyes on the door
I'll have an ear to the ground
I'm not about to lay down and die
I'm not about to settle now
Just keep your eyes on the door
I'm not about to lay down and die
I'm not about to settle now
I'm not about to lay down and die
I'll have an ear to the ground and
We'll be gone before the dust can settle
