I am alive in the back of your mind
Amongst wood and walls and broken glass
I am the memory that haunts your past
And we are the silence to which you speak
And we are the brokenness
The closure to which you seek
And I am all that's come to pass
Yeah, I am the questions that you hesitate to ask
So bury me where I belong
Erase my memory and move on
So bury me where I belong
Erase my memory and move on
And the choir will cry out