Yeah, it takes so little to tip it over
It just takes a little time
Before everything comes crumbling down
Turning into ash

Ooh, it takes so little to make it crack
It just takes a little grit
Then all the stuff we worked so hard for
Just don’t mean a thing

'Cause in the end we only carry our own grief
It’s time to let the memories be memories

Let the dead rest
Let the tears dry
We are the living kind
Let the dead rest
Let the tears dry
We are the living kind

Yeah, we always try to grab it all
We just want more
And nothing seems to satisfy
The abysmal greed

Ooh, the boundaries are long since gone
Along with the sense
With a hammer we smashed the glass
And broken all the seals

And in the end we only carry our own grief
It’s time to let the memories be memories

Let the dead rest
Let the tears dry
We are the living kind
Let the dead rest
Let the tears dry
We are the living kind

Let the dead rest
Let the tears dry
We are the living kind
Let the dead rest
Let the tears dry
We are the living kind