Digging Up The Past

Led into the forest by a presence without form
The way is cold and lightless, but your memory keeps me warm
Guess I'll just keep walking toward the tombs that glow within
Digging up the past and dreaming of what might have been

Heading through the darkness, I hear whispers in the pines
Voices void of meaning, empty echoes in my mind
Guess I'll join the ghouls and have a laugh beside your grave
Digging up the past and dreaming of the good old days

Nothing left to keep me here, so I'll be on my way
Guess I'll just keep walking 'til the nighttime turns to day
I guess I'll just keep talking 'til I hear your voice again
Digging up the past and dreaming of what might have been