Waiting around for grace Just a pinch goes a long way No one comes home Comatose, she's overdosed Less than ideal How ungodly how unreal Snow As our feet followed stones Sun hit the fence leaving lines on the graves Like June Where our pale bodies lay Headlights drew lines through your closed window shades Waiting around for grace Perfect view of the wrong way Turn on, tune in, jump out Jump out June Where our pale bodies lay Headlights drew lines through your closed window shades Leaves On the steps while we wait Moon hit twigs leaving lines on your face But soon When we evaporate Will sun slip the cracks and leave lines on the grave?