i know that you've been searching
for me elsewhere
in the cracks beneath your feet
and in the spaces between walls
in the dark wells of the mirror
(in the space i used to stand)
i know that you've been searching
for me elsewhere
in the black pits of my mind
where the tar of my emotions
swirls black and ever thicker
where i retreat to hide from life
(i have the reaper in my heart)
and black tar pits for eyes
i have the cold heart of the lost ones
(and no love to tear us apart)
i know that you've been searching
in the spaces between words
but let me tell you
theres nothing there to read.
there to read.

(well i know that you've been searching
and you've looked inside your heart
but under oceans and in coffins
is a better place to start
better place to start.)

you can't begin to know the depths
of the abyss
until you've lost it all
until you've seen yourself
'cause that reflection
just ain't what it used to be
it sure as [bad word] ain't what i want to see

(well i know that you've been searching
and you've looked inside your heart
but under oceans and in coffins
is a better place to start)

heart break is the burden i bear
and the bottle's is the blood i smear
oh
just burdens
just guilt
just loss
and just fear

(well i know that you've been searching
and you've looked inside your heart
but under oceans and in coffins
is a better place to start
well i know that you've been searching
and you've looked inside your heart
but under oceans and in coffins
is a better place to start)