Forsaken

The cedar doesn't do much for these memories I am as cold as the monuments you left for me And another one passes in the evening A knee deep grave and the two that raised And a tin box for the two that I loved And I carry on Please lay out my best suit for me And tell me every word you want to hear Every word you have said to yourself to be perfect in the end And I carry on A tin box for the two that loved Carry on