Porcupine Tree

When this freedom stains my coat
With the winter in my throat
When I'm lost I dig the dirt
When I fall I drive the hearse

And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake

Given time I fix the roof
Given cash I speak the truth

And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake

When I'm down I drive the hearse

When this boredom wears me out
When the sky begins to cloud
Sleeping with my ball and chain
When she cries I take the blame

And pride is just another way of trying to live with my mistakes
Denial is a better way of getting through another day
And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake

When I'm down I drive the hearse