Lyrics Bury Your Dead

Bury Your Dead

Sympathy Orchestra

This is a letter I started and

I'll ever get the chance to finish it

I left the spaces here for you to fill in

Cross them out, cross me out of the picture

We've been living a weeks worth of truth

In a years worth of lies

Now I feel so damaged, so broken, so hollow

Now reach out for me touch these cracking ribs

Sometimes I think you forgot my name

Sometimes I feel you forget my face

The way you lick your lips

Your body temperature climbs you look at me

Like you were looking at last night

The way you lick your lips

Your body temperature climbs

Sometimes I think you forgot my name

Sometimes I feel you forget my face