When I leave, will you bury me Under the mantelpiece in my childhood home? And I can't keep this daydream on repeat My broken strings and all the songs I couldn't write on lonely nights I'll play them, anyway I'll play them, anyway (I'll play them any–, I'll play them anyway) ♪ Do I see the thousands look-at-me? I'm in a memory and it feels so cozy I see the trees, they tower over me The shadows feed upon my sides, but in the dark, I close my eyes And play them anyway I'll play them, anyway And play them, anyway I'll play them, anyway ♪ When you leave I'll keep you next to me Under the mantelpiece And play them, anyway