it was a long walk home from your plot and stone each of us now in the gloam im left to travel on my own for years we sat upon our a throne drinking singing with all weve known in the thick of a fog but never alone our lives the only thing we owned we felt like we were buried alive and living alone and its a long walk home our thoughts were ink our words were prose all lifes a song to compose when day would come our fears arose afraid of our own shadows and so we sought to cover our tracks mask our madness with golden plaques could not withstand the impact and so you slipped right through the cracks you picked up a bottle and went to town drank until you drown with no one there to see you fell to misery it was a long walk home from your plot and stone each of us now in the gloam im left to travel on my own your hands crossed upon your chest the soil rich dark blessed that you would go no one had guessed may you find peace now that youve left we felt like we were buried alive and living alone and its a long walk home the gravedigger waves he says no soul is saved so i pick up my bottle and im on my way we felt like we were buried alive and living alone and its a long walk home its a long walk home