help I lost myself again but I remember you
don’t come back it won’t end well but I wish you’d tell me to
* our love is six feet under I can’t help but wonder
if our grave was watered by the rain would roses bloom?
could roses bloom? again
retrace my lips erase your touch it's all too much for me
blow away like smoke in air how can you die carelessly
they're playin us out, layin us down tonight and all of these clouds cryin us back to life
but you're cold as a knife
six feet under I can’t help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain
bloom bloom again
help I lost myself again but I remember you
