I dig a fresh grave
But the garden isn't deep enough to shut the screams
I bury these old songs
Whatever the rights or wrongs
There is no use to cry on the ashes
House on sale
Time will get rid of us
Souvenirs will fade away
I turned the key in the hole
And hold a white flag to put a term to this battle
I'm just flesh and bones
Whatever the rights or wrongs
There is no use to cry on the ashes
House on sale
Time will get rid of us
Souvenirs will fade away
We locked in there every pieces of us
If you head north I will head south
There is no use to cry on the ashes
The house we used to live in is now a pile of wooden boards and rusty nails
The is no use to blow on the ashes
You will only stir dust in the wind and won't restore this fire again