Leah Simmons

Lyrics

Here lie my friends at the end of the street
I wonder what secrets they keep hidden underneath
I could stick around and see, but I'm afraid they may follow me
Hundreds of souls roaming aimlessly
Through the Evergreen, finding their way home

Try not to think about it too much, like whether or not they are still loved by the ones they left above

As I walk amongst the graves, I repeat all of their names
Leslie Nielsen, baby, he's the one that I run to see
Inspiration grabs ahold of me
And when I leave I feel it in me, all their energy

Oh, try not to think about it too much, no
Like whether or not they are still loved by the ones they left above
Try not to think about it too much, no
Like whether or not they are still loved by the ones they left above
By the ones they left above