Texty piesní Between the Buried and Me

Between the Buried and Me

Life in Velvet

Fresh air grips me

Rolling hills on far

The smell of the living. Awakens all I am

Lift my limbs to focus

Beauty is in sight

The hours I cherished are now false

My last exhale is purple smoke

Knees crash down on velvet robes

Dark worlds engrossing

Our sun is sleeping