Buried Hearts Video (MV)

I've counted the days, since we buried our hearts
In the glade by the cedar tree
And now I'm a-digging somewhere in the dark
But I can't find the place that they're buried

If I could write you the saddest of tunes
I would and I'd win you back for good
But the gods and the muses would send me to ruin
And I'd probably lose you again too

I sat in my room, night after night
Listening to the ghosts laugh and sneer
They said, "Boy, what's your worry, don't pout like you're sorry"
But I stared straight at the moon

Someday I'll shake, the dust off those words
The words which have grown old in my thoughts
And whether I mean them, or whether I don't
The word love will taste strange on my tongue

I packed up my bags and I sold all my books
I stored the past in a box
I'll burn the last picture, but Lord I'll still miss her
I'll just be a boy on the run