One, two, three, four
She's been thinkin' life ain't a-givin' her what she needs
What could make her happy is always out of her reach
Hey, somebody's gotta help me
But she could not see that everything she wanted
Was inside of her heart, but she wouldn't give it away
No, she wouldn't give it away
We don't need no mournful sounds
Shake your graveclothes to the ground
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Thoughts you're thinkin' make you feel like you're dead
But you can grow a garden out the top of your head
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Don't get lost inside your head
Don't get lost inside your head
Don't get lost inside your head
Don't get lost inside your head
He's been wishin' he was the best and the brightest
Scared to give what he's got, no, he wouldn't give it away
No, he wouldn't give it away
Self-deprecation, lack of motivation stealing his aliveness
In the silence love abounds and has already filled the spaces
And replaces them with grace if he would only stop to feel, to see
We don't need no mournful sounds
Shake your graveclothes to the ground
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Thoughts you're thinkin' make you feel like you're dead
But you can grow a garden out the top of your head
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes