Mark The Graves

[Mike Shinoda whispers silently] 1..2..1 2 3 4 There's a fragile game we play With the ghosts of yesterday If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye No trace of what remains No stones to mark the graves Only memories we thought we could deny There was so much more to lose Than the pain I put you through In my carelessness I left you in the dark And the blood may wash away But the scars will never fade At least I know somehow I made a mark In the dark, in the light Nothing left, nothing right X2 [Instrumental] The dark, the light Nothing left, nothing right In the dark, in the light Nothing left, nothing right Nothing right X2