Of all the things
That you keep near
Take hold now
Of the one you have
Cause the time will come
A little too soon
And boys, the night will bury you

Cause the moon will grow
And moan tonight
And disappear without a fight
You're guns loaded all up
Yeah but you are too
And boys, the night will bury you

Feel her breath upon your ear
The trouble now is not the truth
There's things out there
That'll bend your bones
Boys, the night will bury you

So take a little sip
And dream a but
Well do you find your attic room
Well don't you close those eyes again
Cause boys, the night will bury you

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Richard Carl Buckner