Separate from our past we sometimes die.
Left grasping between what we know and what we should.
All we've been left with is the history of empires.
All we've been left with is the rise and fall of broken hearts.
We let ourselves down day after day.
The past still hasn't gone anywhere.
The rise and fall of broken hearts,
And the moss covers up our names.
We've been left with nothing but the history of empires.
There is so much more we've been forgetting.
And the moss covers up our names.
And the moss covers up our names.