Proper Burial from Beyond Tears by Sharon Lord

Say it, say it, come clean, come clean
Your lies are burning a hole in me
Say it, say it, come clean, come clean
I'm choking on what's breaking in me

You think I don't know what you're planning for me
What I don't know is how to change the course of things

You have control of the rivers that flow
I'm holding the dam down below
You light a cigarette and watch your plans unfold
When the deed is done
You quietly go

You know all the words to turn it around
You know all the turns on your side of town
Where the grass stays brown

Like the movies, illusions grand
I followed the script, you know the end

Copyright Sharon Lord Music

• Rock
• grungy
• post-grunge
• women
• women rock
• Seattle