Shed Seven Follow

Can't save you everyday
It can't always be your way
(I can't right your mistakes)

There is a box and it remains unopened
You have two fears, fingers crossed
And you're hoping that you won't be
That ordinary, that it won't be long

There is a paper in your pocket
You that was chosen by the guilty
With gavels they have spoken
And there's a stutter in your step
That won't let you forget

We'll take this to our graves
That's all that I can say
There's comfort in the quiet scene
Providing lines to read between

And these hallowed halls
And postered covered walls
Aren't enough for you
To see what I mean

We'll take this to our grave
There's little left to say
It would be fatal anyway
It really is that simple

Can't save you everyday
It can't always be your way