Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Graves We've Dug, artist - Harakiri for the Sky. Album song Arson, in the genre
Date of issue: 15.02.2018
Record label: Aop
Song language: English
The Graves We've Dug |
It happened in December |
In the days when things get sad for no reason |
Strangers share a drink called loneliness |
And this city turns into the coldest place |
Then I keep you in mind from time to time |
I resist to scream your name out loud |
I’m sorry I gave you everything I had |
Without making sure you ever desired it |
People get tired of being sad, being pushed aside |
And then they leave |
Even though they promised they would not |
And it’s not as if I did not try |
But somewhere between being who you needed |
And being who I should become |
I became a stranger to us both |
Teach your heart how to cherish the people around you |
Before they depart |
You know they surely will |
If not by a choice, death steals them away |
And you’ll have the remains of your life |
To dwell in regrets |
'Cause the gallows won’t disappear |
And for sure the graves won’t fill |
And for sure the graves won’t fill |
This is the death of our youths |
The requiem to our dreams |
Almost thirty summers passed |
And dropped down on me like fallen leaves |
No, we didn’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain |
Now we sing and drink besides the graves we’ve dug |
Perhaps one day we will meet again |
Two stars colliding for another time |
Recognizing the pieces of ourselves |
We left behind in each other’s heart |
So search for me in the pitch black night |
When the stars hide behind the clouds |
And my heart longs for you |
Whatever you do, search for me |
Steal my heart in autumn |
Where I fall in love by time |
We roam the fields together |
Counting stars and fighting sleep |
No, I’m not feeling better yet |
It seems I just got used to the words |
'Cause the gallows won’t disappear |
And for sure the graves won’t ever fill |
This was the death of our youths |
This was the requiem to our dreams |
Almost thirty summers passed |
And dropped down on me like fallen leaves |
No, we didn’t even ask for happiness, no, just a little less pain |
This is where we sing and drink besides the graves we’ve dug |
Besides the graves we’ve dug |