Led into the forest
By a presence without form
The way is cold and lightless
But your memory keeps me warm
Guess I’ll just keep walking
Toward the tombs that glow within
Digging up the past
And dreaming of what might have been
Heading through the darkness
I hear whispers in the pines
Voices void of meaning
Empty echoes in my mind
Guess I’ll join the ghouls
And have a laugh beside your grave
Digging up the past
And dreaming of the good old days
Nothing left to keep me here
So, I’ll be on my way
I guess I’ll just keep walking
‘Til the nighttime turns to day
Guess I’ll just keep talking
‘Til I hear your voice again
Digging up the past
And dreaming of what might have been