All We Know

Buried all of my failures underneath

So I can be defined by the things I keep

Between myself and me

'Cause who we are isn't something that you see

Empty hands are the fruits if you let them be

It's something in the words you keep

Comforting to think there's one dimension of you underneath

Keeping you real and

Holding ground under your feet

The rate it's slipping, maybe it'd be best to bear the truth and let go

Green grass grows at your heels

If all we are is all we know

Then we can hide until our graves read with two words:

"Oh well"

'Cause we know we're better

Than we can give reason to believe

However sinful

We live, we die of the same disease

If all we are is all we know

Then we can hide here

For a while