Deeper||Saw her hand through the sand like she was waving hello|It was all I could see, the rest didn't show|I remember the cuts she made with her words|Like the edge of the knife that I pressed through her curls||Yes she could have been sweeter|I should have buried her deeper||The whiskey was strong as the day was hot|Found his tooth in a jar, that's how I was caught|To call it sentimental would not be a lie|I just wanted something to remember him by||Oh yes he could have been sweeter|I should have buried him deeper||I still hear the voices, I still feel the shame|I still see the faces, but I'd do it again|And again||Oh it could have been sweeter|Oh it should have been sweeter|I should have buried them deeper|