When you call all the dial tone gets is a silence you can’t ignore
But the cable’s still in the wall
the mail’s not been sorted since fall
Can’t you see the carpet ‘s collecting dust
(yeah, your carpet’s collecting dust)
By the way, the car is leaking fluid in the drive

There’s no blue below this place tonight
(Feel the sun on my face)
Bury me down in a space where regret won’t hide
(The grass itches, there is no blue
I can’t go up, only down to you)
(Feel the sun on my head, and I’ll know you found my bed)

It’s so dark in here, I swear I must’ve never loved you enough
But it’s too late (it’s too late)
Cus I can not make a sound
Find the directions, grab another shovel, maybe bring a friend
Won’t be a trouble, hopefully it’s raining, it’ll soften the sand

There’s no blue below this place tonight
(Feel the sun on my face)
Bury me down in a space where regret won’t hide
(The grass itches, there is no blue
I can’t go up, only down to you)
(Feel the sun on my head, and I’ll know you found my bed)

She wants to hold my hand
She dares me to say hello
All I wanted that day is to be
Taken back to Sunday
When you could not have bothered
It must have been hard when I told your father
How could you not have bothered?
Now I lay with your mother

There’s no grass
No more blue
There’s no up
No more you
There’s no sun
He won
I really did love you