Headstones and Land Mines

Headstones and landmines Flowers and red wines They buy you nice things And they sing pretty songs But it doesn't help Oak trees and dirt piles Funerals and mistrials They say pretty words And they hug from six feet But it doesn't help And nothing works but time And it all hurts but it's fine Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhmm, hmm Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhmm, hmm Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, hmm Chaos and carpet A study in scarlet The room doesn't talk And the furniture nods as I pass Heights marked in pencil Kitchen utensils The books don't say sorry They don't crowd and touch They're just observers collecting their dust They know that nothing they say is enough So they don't say anything Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhmm, hmm Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhmm, hmm Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, hmm