Sweet southern summer, thought it would never end,
Turn around and he's gone again.
"Come back with me, please, this time stay..."
"No, I have to go away..."
"But why, when I love you like I do?"
"Because, girl, we both know neither one of us can be true..."
Hot summer sun, slow summer days, our time appart was allways in a haze.
Then one day he left for good, never told me bye, I never understood.
Years had passed, I thought that love had died, burried in a graveyard way deep down inside.
Then a frend brought news one day, my love had taken his own life away.
Memories flashed before my eyes, it didn't matter that he'd lied.
Remembering the time on the beach, or the back seat of his car, when we couldn't even speak.
I wish he'd never gone away, but burried in that graveyard is where he'll stay.
Sometimes the zombies will try to rise from the graveyards we keep deep down inside,
Fight them down, lay them to rest.
They can only bring tears at best...
