Grave

What have we gotten ourselves into?
 What have we gotten ourselves into?
 So far away, so close we can't move
 What have we gotten ourselves into?
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden
 Digging our own graves
 Where love is self inflicted
 Where love is self inflicted
 And the meaning has escaped
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden
 Digging our own graves
 Where all the sweet intentions
 Have turned into resentment
 And we can but we don't walk away
 What have we gotten ourselves into?
 What have we gotten ourselves into?
 So far away, so close we can't move
 What have we gotten ourselves into?
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden
 Digging our own graves
 Where love is self inflicted
 Where love is self inflicted
 And the meaning has escaped
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden
 Digging our own graves
 Where all the sweet intentions
 Have turned into resentment
 And we can but we don't walk away
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden
 Children in the garden