Let the dead bury their own dead
Let the dead bury their own
Let the dead bury their own dead
Let the dead bury their own dead
Bury their own dead
Will you still love me in famine?
As when love began at the harvest
Or would you gain the whole world
Son, I loved you at your darkest
What good is the whole world
When I promise no tomorrow
I only promise your tomorrows
Will never take you past my palm
Love, what is love without trust?
What is love without trust?
At my word, would you bring your Isaac?
Let the dead!
Son, I loved you at your darkest