A Year in the Garden Shed by Tigers on Trains Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mason Maggio]
When your father's lung is starting to fill up
And the sickness has spread to his thinning blood
Will you pull the sheets tight over your head?
It was you and God and a safe warm bed

And you thought love was a bullshit lie
'Til you saw the tears in your mother's eyes
And you spent a year in the garden shed
Just to get things straight in your fuming head


[Verse 2: Christian van Deurs]
When those white tipped waves broke against the house
And the door came loose and the dog got out
It was you and me, we were losing teeth
Saw our own ashes laid across our feet

And you drank yourself right down into hell
It was you and God in a cheap motel
And you dug your grave on the bathroom floor
And finally found what you were looking for

And you sing

Death is not a curse
It's the only thing that's keeping us alive