Текст песни Linkin Park - The Hunting Party - 09. - Mark The Graves

There's a fragile game you play
If the ghosts of yesterday
If we can't let go whenever, say goodbye
No trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny

There's so much more to lose
Than the pain I put you through
And my carelessness that left you in the dark
And the blood may wash away
But the skies will never fade
At least I know somehow I made a mark

In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right

In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right

[Bridge]

In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right

In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right
Nothing right!
Nothing right!