Family Plot

when i pass by that old family grave
or feel a cold wind bite
i feel safe
i’m glad to know
there’s a spot for me hidden beneath the snow
beneath the snow
on winter’s eve the leaves hit the floor and my friends go
back away somewhere to respective homes
i’m glad to know
that we call this home
back again and fine, everyone’s alright,
arizona ice with this girl of mine
now scared of sleep,
my friends will stay up all night
i’m glad to know
that we call this home
bury the hole