When we were young
Our minds could move mountains
Our bodies were strong to carry the world
But we witnessed destruction
And we lived through a war
Our future was longer than our past ever was
We saw purpose where we hadn't before.

So we lit a fire so the world could see our eyes
from the wreckage
We wore the ashes like scars buried deep in our hands.
We lit it as a sign to the ones left behind of a future
We had no idea what we were doing and we didn't care
At least we were there.

In a life that is long
Hearts will be broken
Things will be lost and lies will be told
Fights will be fought
What you own will be stolen
Your body will slow
And soon you'll grow old

But we still believe that the moments we live are forever
And we try not to think there's a moment when it all will end.
There are lines that have formed that
were not there before to remind me
Even temples will crumble it's only a matter of when.
...a matter of when....

Every brick that's placed will be torn down
And all of its worth is returned to the Earth and the sea.
And all you say will be forgotten someday
But I'll sit here and listen to enjoy how the story is told.

It's really all such a laugh
What we do for a good epitaph
All I'll leave in my will is a few pictures and bills
The rest do with what you want
But my headstone will read
"Here lies a beloved guitar,
Buried with it's hands which belonged to a man
Who could play it like a god damned machine"

You can dress me in clothes that I'd never have worn
To address you.
As you give me away to that freshly dug grave of my own.
And you can say I'll live on in the hearts of the ones
who'll remember.
As I'm nestled away in my coffin the color of bone...
...the color of bone...