The sky is just about sand Your silence seems to have crept I know the hours intense Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about I never thought that Ill let I mostly want what I get It comes at night when it wants Youre better off in our bed Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about Prefer the noise to the song The words, they always seemed wrong Were better off within here Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about