I'll Meet You by the Memorial

Are they dead, do they get to decide when they go

Are the bones only holes that have opened up

Do the trees in the graveyard feed off these spirits

Then spit them back out as fallen leaves

All the golden leaves from the old oak trees

They came from happiness, from people like you and me

They drifted back down to the ground as sadness

To decompose

And I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

Are they dead, do they get to decide when they know

Are the bones only holes that have broken up

It's like that feeling of not knowing where you're going

When you're heading there

But I've heard that this land is vast and bordered by mountains

And when winter comes, it comes down fast

If my footprints could talk

They'd ask me why I'm following a map of my heart

And I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

Are you dead when you can decide when to go

I've got a home but it's full of nothing I know

I'm sick fed up of wasting months waiting for summer

Sunbathing on the snow

Where are the buildings

Positioned in love between the two of us

I can almost make out the accents over the bar

(Sunday morning)

And I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

Yes, I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

I will meet you by the memorial

Is it wrong to talk about the things I do

Will they worry about you, worry about you

Is it wrong to talk about the things I do

Will people worry about you, worry about you

Is it wrong to think the things I do

Will they worry about you, worry about you

Will they worry about you, worry about you

Worry about you, worry about you