They don't dig the holes quite deep enough,
For everything you gotta take to your grave,
And all your friends you're told to do the same,
But will they?
They do hang the mirrors just so high,
That you don't have to face yourself,
And you'll get every image in detail, oh,
And just let me, oh, just let me tell you,
And you need them now,
To come and dig you out,
We'll leave the light on tonight,
In case you decide that you wanna come back home,
But if not tonight then let this atlas be the lullaby,
Singing you to sleep to dream of all the things you used to know,
You did not need the way,
You musta thought it looked upon your shoulders,
Well it goes lovely with the dirt up on your hands,
And you're still saying,
My excuses and my reason they are tearing yours to pieces,
But you can rest assured that I'll use them when I need them,
So come and dig you out,
We'll leave the light on tonight,
In case you decide that you wanna come back home,
But if not tonight then let this atlas be the lullaby,
Singing you to sleep to dream of all the things you used to know,
Your complexion it speaks volumes of the ghosts you bore in the lot,
That you built up to keep them in,
There's one for every sin,
We'll replace the broken bones,
Ah, just tell me what you need know,
We'll flip the breaker when the power used succeeds the threshold,
Ah, just tell me what you need to know,
We'll replace the broken bones,
Ah, just tell me what you need know,
We'll flip the breaker when the power used succeeds the threshold,
Ah, just tell me what you need to know,
We'll leave the light on tonight,
In case you decide that you wanna come back home,
But if not tonight then let this atlas be the lullaby,
Singing you to sleep to dream of all the things you used to know,
Just tell me what you need to,
We'll flip the breaker when the power succeeds the threshold