Measured In Grey Sunday Sunday Sunday
I heard a crash/and then the lights went black/
i saw you running/coming 'round the house/
out of the back/we threw up the windows/
and we tried to let the smoke clear out/
had one foot out the door/to make it out this f..cking town/
stumble threw the front door/broken locks/
and we both wind up on the floor/
cry out loud and say we hope that jesus saves/
so when the sun comes up we'll pull down the shades/
break out the shovels/and start digging our own graves/
our own graves/
if youve got the light/ive got the cigarettes/
i needed something more/to stop this spinning head/
youre the last drink/that i knew i shouldnt have/
kept one foot on the floor/ to stop this spinning bed again/
chorus
so when the sun comes up we'll pull down the shades/
break out the shovels/and start digging our own graves/
our own graves
