Secret Graves
Carla Olson
Came October and the leaves were burning
You were born among those dying fires
Loaded dice were hung upon the mirror
Southern rains sang out beneath the tides
And some ancient history called us
From the pages of that shotgun town
Where the horses ran, the bones were buried
Secret grave at where the Sun goes down
Who was the kid down in the basement bedroom
With his elbows on the windowsill?
Boys that dream are bounty hunters
They become the ghosts of what they kill
So the ages pass in Tanya's glory
As the singer sings his songs again
As his words trail out across the darkness
Sinful children
Happy birthday, take your finger from the trigger
I did not steal your secrets, still I give you mine
Happy birthday, now the radio remembers
All the things you used to tell me, all the dreams we'd find
And how will we know the difference
What was lost and what was saved
All the dreams we left behind
Are buried in their brains
Buried in their brains
Buried in secret graves
Happy birthday, take your finger from the trigger
I did not steal your secrets, still I gave you mine
Happy birthday, now the radio remembers
All the things you used to tell me, all the dreams we'd find
Happy birthday, take your finger from the trigger
I did not steal your secrets'til I give you mine, oh
Happy birthday now the radio remembers
All the things you used to tell me
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find
All the dreams we'd find