We can't take them all,
So bury them, burn them or leave them behind.
Bury them, burn them or leave them behind.


Bury them at the steps of the church,
Where you took what was left of the good in me.

Leave them lying in the dirty streets,
Of a city that never sleeps.


Dragging the bodies of our friends from grave to grave,
Searching, trying to lay them to rest.


We can't carry them home,
Not with these aching bones.
The weight of the things we should leave behind,

Is too much for us in these desperate times.

Dowse the flame in my heart,

Take the air from my lungs.
We can't afford to carry dead weight,
When we're on the run.

We're on the run.

Dragging the bodies of our friends from grave to grave,

Searching, trying to lay them to rest.

We can't carry them home,

Not with these aching bones.
The weight of the things we should leave behind,
Is too much for us in these desperate times.


So when you don't know what to do with me,
When it's time to decide;

Just bury me, burn me or leave me behind.