At a Gravestone (Live from the Studio) Lyrics

Well, that suit never fit you anyway

Especially not on a hot summer day

By this graveside

A cold breeze in my hand

There's a million thoughts running through my head

You look in my eye like a book that you read

On the nightstand

Just an arm's reach away

There's dust on your jacket

And dirt on your boots

We all walk around with nothing to lose

But it all ends the same

Just between me and you and a gravestone

Where does a grave go

Anyway

Had a picture of what we thought it'd be

I can close my eyes and clearly see

All the memories

That we never made

There's dust on your jacket

And dirt on your boots

We all walk around with nothing to lose

But it all ends the same

Just between me and you and a gravestone

Where does a grave go

Anyway

The world keeps spinning

Around and around

The moon comes up and the sun goes down

But we're all just a breath barely making a sound

Through the lips

Divine kiss

Well, that suit never fit you anyway

Especially not on a hot summer day by this graveside

A cold breeze in my hand.