walking outside the gates of winter cemetery i wonder when my time will be spent beneath the dirt and leaves as uplifting as that sounds i m not about to lay down and die still my heart beats to the tune of my uncertainty so i try to make the most of my short time here these run down side streets are dead ends of my insecurities so i try to make the most my short time here our headstones won t tell the story they ll just engrave the ending what difference will it make what will become of us what difference will it make what will come of us walking outside of the gates of winter cemetery i wonder when my time will be to sleep beneath the dirt and leaves as uplifting as that sounds i m not about to lay down and die just keep your eyes on the door i ll have an ear to the ground just keep your eyes on the door i ll have an ear to the ground and we ll be gone before the dust can settle