The cedar doesn't do much for these memories
I am as cold as the monuments you left for me

And another one passes in the evening
knee deep grave and the two that raised
and a tin box for the two that I loved
And I carry on

Please lay out my best suit for me
and tell me every word you want to hear
Every word you have said to yourself to be perfect in the end
and I carry on

tin box for the two that loved
Carry on