Our Graveyard
On the back of the winds
Souls are carried away
They blow threw the trees
To our graveyard, of sorts
Can't you hear them dying
Those poor broken hearts
Broken by men
With savage like ways
Broken by men
Who can't care less either way
And when you come here
We'll fix you up nice
We'll take you and mend you
And sew you a crooked heart
And you can try to go back
To the life you once lived
But those savage like men
With their savage like ways
Will be waiting for you
Waiting each day
So once you come here
You'll always return
You'll always return
With a new broken heart
You'll always return
To our graveyard, of sorts.
Souls are carried away
They blow threw the trees
To our graveyard, of sorts
Can't you hear them dying
Those poor broken hearts
Broken by men
With savage like ways
Broken by men
Who can't care less either way
And when you come here
We'll fix you up nice
We'll take you and mend you
And sew you a crooked heart
And you can try to go back
To the life you once lived
But those savage like men
With their savage like ways
Will be waiting for you
Waiting each day
So once you come here
You'll always return
You'll always return
With a new broken heart
You'll always return
To our graveyard, of sorts.