My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories, Discarded remnants of former times, Now half a skeleton is slapping its knees, Laughing at the holes it left behind. I try, try to let it fade away, Let it fade away, Let it fade away But I still hold on. My body's aching like a knock-down drag-out, And my poor heart is an open wound. It's ancient history that's bleeding out of me, So what am I supposed to do? I try, try to let it fade away, Let it fade away, Let it fade away But I still hold on. Let it fade away.