Driving In England

She's a pillar of medicine and society
 But last night she woke up frozen
 All 36 blankets still crushing her
 She lost all the feeling in her toes again
 She clings to the past and the future she dreams
 Keeps turning around as she flees
 She screams toward the sky the words she used to leak
 Now they echo as she cries in her sleep
 Just take 2 of these, don't call me
 'cause I really don't have the time
 We Hippocratic hypocrites are just practicing
 'til someone gets it right ('til someone gets it right)
 The cracks slip through her breaking everything
 Sold her body cheaper than her mind
 But back when she was older and wiser
 She was only a little bit behind
 Now ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 Are the words whispered on the street
 The epitaph rattles with authority
 For detaching from humility
 And as lilies fall
 And they wilt to salt
 No one remembers anything
 And the snow is all
 The silence itself speaks