Текст: Amy Millan. Bury This.

Lyin' under a broken bridge
A heart, a mouth with nothing to give
You came, you saw, you draw
Out the evenin', out the evenin'

Thieves steal the mood you're in
You were just out wanderin'
The last soul of glass
From your past is back

Bury this

Your blood thins at this war within
By the soft night, while the lights, they dim
You lost the long goodbye
But you tried, but did you try?

Bury this