Из альбома: The Hunting Party
There's a fragile game you play
With the ghosts of yesterday
If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye
No trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny
There was so much more to lose
Than the pain I put you through
In my carelessness I left you in the dark
And the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least I know somehow I made a mark
In the dark, in the light
Nothing left, nothing right
In the dark, in the light
Nothing left, nothing right