Lyric

Deep inside the mind you have found

That you are just burning out on your stingy bed

You said that your had a means to get the dishes of queens

How about today?

How about today?

So you wrote a speculation on the spread

To only get a bread to save for another day

Step out of sight your paradise is doomed

Set up to leave without a trace

Take what you need for another place

Take that book inside the shelf

Cause you may never find the way out

And so you bury the dead

He's ready to fade as you're saying goodbye

And you're not to blame

Don't look behind, and don't wonder

It's not too late

Throw them all the clothes you've worn

They're commonly known even far away

Don't forget the pride in your hand, cos' it's made of sand

Throw it all away

Throw it all away

So you wrote a speculation on the spread

To only get a bread to save for another day

Step out of sight your paradise is doomed

Get up and leave without a trace

Take what you need for another place

Take that book inside the shelf

Cause you may never find the way out

And so you bury the dead

He's ready to fade as you're saying goodbye

And you're not to blame

Don't look behind, and don't wonder

It's not too late

It's not too late

It's not too late