The Airborne Toxic Event - The graveyard near the house

^CThe other day, when we were walking by t^Ghe graveyard near the house, You asked me ^Cif I thought we would ever d^Fie. And if li^Cfe and love both fade s^Go predictably, We've made ^Courselves a kind of predictable l^Fife.

And so I pic^Ctured us like corpses, lying s^Gide by side in pieces, In some da^Crk and lonely blood under a b^Fow. We looked so si^Clly there, all decomposed, half tu^Grned to dust, In tattered clothes, but we pr^Cobably look just as silly n^Fow.

Bye bye b^Cye bye, bye bye to all this dog^Gged innocence. I can't pre^Ctend that I can tell you what is go^Fing to happen next, Or how to b^Ce. But you have ^Cno ^Fide^Ema ab^Gout m^Ce, do ^Emyou?

And it l^Ceft me to wonder if people wi^Gll ever know each other By just stu^Cmbling around like strangers in the da^Frk. 'Cause some^Ctimes you seem so strange to me, I m^Gust seem strange to you. We're like two ac^Ctors playing our pa^Frts.

Did you memo^Crize your lines? 'Cause I did. Here's t^Ghe part where I get so mad, I tell you ^CI can't forget the pa^Fst. You get so q^Cuiet now, and you seem, somehow, Like a l^Gost and lonely child. And you just h^Cope that the moment won't l^Fast.

Bye bye b^Cye bye, bye bye to all this do^Ggged innocence. I can't pre^Ctend that I can tell you what is go^Fing to happen next, Or how to b^Ce. But you have ^Cno ^Fide^Ema ab^Gout m^Ce. You have ^Cno ^Fide^Ema ab^Gout m^Ce, do y^Emou?

So there's alw^Cays a way aro^Emund. There's som^Cething tying our feet to the gr^Emound, A moment passed, we hate how it sou^Fnds.

And it se^Cems a lit^Ftle l^Emess p^Grofou^Cnd, Like we're a^Cll go^Fing the s^Emame w^Gay d^Cown. Yeah we're a^Cll go^Fing the s^Emame w^Gay do^Cwn, I'm just tr^Cying ^Fto w^Emrite it ^Gall do^Cwn.

'Cause I write s^Congs, and you write le^Gtters, We are ti^Ced like two, in teth^Gers. And we t^Calk and read, and laugh an^Gd sleep, at night^C in bed, to^Ggether. And you wa^Cke in tears somet^Gimes, I can see the thou^Cghts flash across your e^Gyes. They say &quo^Ct;Darling, will you ^Gbe kind? Will you be a good ma^Cn, and stay be^Ghind if I get o^Fld?"

And then the let^Amters all pass through my he^Gad, With the w^Emords that ^GI was to^Cld, About the fa^Amding flesh of life a^Gnd love, the fai^Emlures ^Gof the bo^Cld. I can li^Amst each crippling fe^Gar like I'm re^Emading fr^Gom a w^Cill.

And I'll de^Cfy ^Fevery^Emone and lo^Gve you st^Cill, I will car^Cry y^Fou with ^Emme up ev^Gery hi^Cll. And if you ^Amdie before I d^Gie, I'll carve your n^Emame out o^Gf the s^Cky, I'll fall as^Amleep with your mem^Gory and dr^Emeam of wh^Gere you l^Cie.

It may be bet^Cter to move on, and to let l^Gife just carry on, And I may be wr^Cong. But still, I'll t^Fry.

'Cause it's be^Amtter to lo^Gve whether you w^Emin or l^Gose or d^Cie, Yeah, It's b^Ametter to l^Gove whether you ^Emwin or l^Gose or d^Cie. It's be^Amtter to lo^Gve, and I will l^Emove you 't^Gil I d^Cie.