Mantelpiece

When I leave, will you bury me Under the mantelpiece in my childhood home? And I can't keep this daydream on repeat My broken strings and all the songs I couldn't write on lonely nights I'll play them, anyway I'll play them, anyway (I'll play them any–, I'll play them anyway) Do I see the thousands look-at-me? I'm in a memory and it feels so cozy I see the trees, they tower over me The shadows feed upon my sides, but in the dark, I close my eyes And play them anyway I'll play them, anyway And play them, anyway I'll play them, anyway When you leave I'll keep you next to me Under the mantelpiece And play them, anyway