Separate from our past we sometimes die.   Left gasping between what we know and what we should.    All we've been left with is the history of empires.    All we've been left with is the rise and fall of broken hearts.    We let ourselves down day after day.    The past still hasn't gone anywhere.    We've been left with nothing but the history of empires.    There is so much we've been forgetting.    We've been left with nothing but the history of empires.    The rise and fall of broken hearts… the rise and fall of broken hearts.    And the moss covers up our names.