digging up the past

Lord Huron

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 walkin toward the tombs
that glow within
Digging up the past and dreaming of what might have been

Headin 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 dreamin of the good ol days

Nothing left to keep me here, so I ll be on my way
Guess I ll just keep walking
till the night time turns to day
Guess I ll just keep talking, till I hear your voice again
Digging up the past and dreamin of what might have been