The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October
From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments
Because that's not a monument, it's a grave

The new feelings will probably be buried here too
But I swear they'll be born elsewhere

The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October
From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments
Because that's not a monument, it's a grave