I wouldn't go back even if I could
There's a cemetery where a tree once stood
Look too hard, be careful what you find
I know my fate in the back of my mind
I went to see a mystic but I already heard
The end is near, better use your words
She made me tea and I acted so surprised
She read my palm, I read her eyes
Strike a match and start again
My memory is my only friend
Build me a house of old memories I kept
And then burn whatever's left
I carry my pain across the long high-wire
'Bove the city of death and the lake of fire
It's never quite as bad as it seems
Sometimes it's worse in a waking dream
Don't wake me up, don't make a sound
In my sleep, I'm falling down
I'm somewhere else, it's a different time
In the ancient hills, a church bell chimes
Make me believe in magic again
I wrote the book so I know how it ends
So many pages I can't forget
Tear them out and burn whatever's left
Spanish moss hangin' from the trees
Holy city, talk to me
I left my body, I left this world
My spirit untethered, my hair unfurled
Strike a match and start again
My memory is my only friend
Build me a house of old memories I kept
And then burn whatever's left
Then burn whatever's left
