It's eight in the morning I'm reading the lines on the pavement I don't know where the hell last night is gone I came here to listen but you took me straight to hell Buried me behind the wishing well Could have been the Firelines Fact that I'm scared Could've been the weight outside that caught me unaware? And buried me with the things I couldn't share ♪ It's late in the day and there're reading my rights at the station I don't know to whom these things belong These things come to try us and test our caution shells Bury us behind the wishing well Could have been the Firelines Fact that I'm scared Could've been the weight outside that caught me unaware? And buried me with the things I couldn't share Now bury me with the things I wouldn't share