In "The Burial" by Freeze the Fall, grief collapses the distance between young love and the grave, leaving only the ritual of burying again and again. Memories slip through their hands like ash while they limp among fallen torches, still desperate to carry some small light. The repeated question of how to love now, knowing every body feeds the earth, turns affection into an act of mourning performed over flowers that cannot restore what was. Love persists, but only as the ache of remembering what mortality has already claimed.
The Burial Lyrics by Freeze the Fall
What if we’re just ashes
Why do we think we’re free
My skeleton breathes
Limping amongst the fallen torches
Dying to just carry this light with me
Bury you again
Memories slip through my hands
How can I love now
Knowing that we’ll all feed the earth just how I
Bury you again
Flowers at your grave
This is not the same
Young love, vivid and endless
But I blink, and we’re in caskets
Eternally mortal
Bury you again
Memories slip through my hands
How can I love now
Knowing that we’ll all feed the earth just how I
Bury you again
Bury you again (bury you)
Memories slip through my hands (through my hands)
How can I love now
Knowing that we’ll all feed the earth just how I
Bury you again
Bury you again (bury you)
Memories slip through my hands (through my hands)
How can I love now
Knowing that we’ll all feed the earth just how I
Bury you again
Bury you again
Memories slip through my hands
How can I love now
Knowing that we’ll all feed the earth just how I
Buried you