gravedigger

they call it dirty laundry
our secrets revealed
here lies bare the skeletons
in their graves once concealed
youre a gravedigger
diggin up our past
youre a gravedigger, gravedigger
it wasnt s'posed to last.
deceased memories
resurrected in cold
and windy reminisces
the irony of the pain
of dead callouses
that the mind no longer dismisses
gradually swept away
with the ashes of time
only to return
at the first sight
of the moonrise.
youre a gravedigger
diggin up our past
youre a gravedigger, gravedigger
it wasnt s'posed to last.
so...
let it go
let it go
let it burn
let it die
let us bury it
once again
rest in peace
its the end
let it fly
with the wind
and consider it
a sin
to be waken up again
let it slide
let it pass
youre a gravedigger
diggin' up our past
youre a gravedigger, gravedigger
it was s'posed to last.