Until the Lid Closes - S-TOOL

I know I don’t say this too much but I say it to you right now

Thank you for sharing this lightness of being alive with me

Here in the world of shit

Where every road seems to lead to a dead end

The choices that we make only end in misfortune

Sink low

So low

And now it’s getting cold

So cold

Maybe them things could be worse.

Here we’re dancing on roses

Together behind the wheel of this hearse until the lid closes

Here we’re dancing on roses

Together behind the wheel of this hearse until the lid closes

I know I don’t say this too much but I say to you right now

I’m sorry for dragging you down through the mud

Through the dirt with me

I’d rather have this shit, this misery than a pseudo-fortune

Choices that we made led us to our misfortune

Sink low

So low

And now it’s getting cold

So cold

Maybe them things could be worse.

Here we’re dancing on roses

Together behind the wheel of this hearse until the lid closes

Could it be worse.

Here we’re dancing on roses

Together behind the wheel of this hearse until the lid closes

Oh what a joy to know that we could only sink lower

A ruthless joy to know that it will only get colder

Doesn’t it feel like dancing on roses

It comes to an end when the lid closes

Low

Stay low

Stiff from the cold

Dead cold

Maybe them things could be worse.

Here we’re dancing on roses

Together behind the wheel of this hearse until the lid closes

Could it be worse.

Here we’re dancing roses

Together behind the wheel of this hearse until the lid closes

Until the lid closes

Until the lid closes