Some Memorial Lyrics & Chords By Echolyn

Lyrics by 10-5-62, Brett Kull, and Tom Hyatt

This park used to be a reservoir before Charlie drowned,
saving a doctor and his girl.
They drained the water and moved the earth.
Now housewives have a place to walk.
Some memorial to be alive.

These stones were men I knew,
before they fell in love with a girl who is deception.
She kissed the skin, they named the holes,
then she laid them in the same ground.
Some memorial to be alive.

No wonder our eyes were shut through it all.

Don't we have enough corner coffee shops, concrete and scripted lies?
Crowded when they come, cures lifeless gray wanting to turn away.
We'll never be the same.

Don't you have enough pills and cigarettes this time to dull the pain?
Angry when it comes, lonely when it's gone, wanting to feel the same.
We'll never be the same.

Reflection is never what it was,
with the years and what the body's gravity does.
We build it up, then grind her down.
Replace the earth; we all return to her.
Some memorial, to be alive.
Leave nothing.

Even though I shake the hand,
I shake the hand of denial.
I run to follow all my friends.
I see them stare in denial.
It's a long time to go, it's a long time.

Medicate the eyes so they see just what they need to.
Keep them blind to pacify the mind so it won't bleed through.
Fill the ears with numbing waste to cancel out the hum.
Addled brain cannot complain about anything it's done.
Leave nothing.

Drop the kids to chase a ghost to get right for today.
Drop the dead in garbage bags to better our tomorrow.
Leave the earth a leeching hole whose water stands polluted.
The answer to our everything is a medicated dozer.

Take a hand full of seeds and a mouthful of dirt.
Lie down, become a garden.
Leave nothing as it was.

Idled brain cannot complain about anything it's done.
Leave nothing.

Drop the kids to chase a ghost to get right for today.
Drop the dead in garbage bags to better our tomorrow.
Leave the earth a leaching hole whose water stands polluted.
The answer to our everything is a medicated dozer.

Take a hand full of seeds, and a mouthful of dirt.
Lie down and become a garden.
Leave nothing as it was.