These telephone lines,
They don't serve me anymore.
Only bringing me bad news.
(Bringing me bad news.)
And my home town
Only makes me want you more
When i have nothing else to do

we're driving so that i can see
which graveyard it will be
keep my cup full so i wont remember
the night you buried me alive

when i wake up
i feel restless as before
when you've stolen all my sleep
so you can grab your keys
but don't forget me
don't forget me

we're driving so that i can see
which graveyard it will be
keep my cup full so i wont remember
the night you buried me alive

you know, it's not too late
to edure these things
your failed attempts to move me
and what i bring