Sanssouci

I sat happy, not for the first time

But for the last time before i get out of here

The past hangs heavy, and i need a new pass-time

To make the new past-times out of this aimless year

Plan it into the ground, cover it up in earth

Hide away your possessions like Christmas in reverse

So hard to take, i swear it only made it worse

I've got no plans for new year, i'm saving up for the first

To build an escape like last time, that seemed to work

So plan it into the ground, cover it up in dirt