Mark the Graves (Instrumental)

There's a fragile game you play

If the ghosts of yesterday

If we can't let go whenever, say goodbye

No trace of what remains

No stones to mark the graves

Only memories we thought we could denyThere's so much more to lose

Than the pain I put you through

And my carelessness left you in the dark

And the blood may wash away

But the skies will never fade

At least I know somehow I made a markIn the dark, in the light

Nothing left, nothing right

In the dark, in the light

Nothing left, nothing rightIn the dark, in the light

Nothing left, nothing right

In the dark, in the light

Nothing left, nothing right