Buried Songtext
von Chris Dupont

Wake up my darlin, it′s time that we made good
On the faded promise we etched into the wood

And though i fear the valley of vultures circling
I know we're going to find him
Waiting where he said he would be

Oh memory, that lover, was never true to me
I swear when I was younger I labored faithfully

Now every name and vice is a putty in my mind
Every inhalation, a memory realigned


Ah, the belly of the dragon
May be tender for the stabbing
But no one kills the villain we were looking for
If the venom of the beast is the mercy of the Lord

I nursed our aching bodies and watched the chapel burn
For i held no provision allowing my return

So keep a wary eye on the sallow gondolier
Pray don′t leave my shoreline to plead with a folded ear

Where, then, shall I find her if i can't cross beside her?
A lonely apparition ambling the shore
The sorrow of the reaper is the silence of the lord

My God, I've been mistaken
And I′m brittle for the breaking
I′m cracking at the weight of a history restored
The venom of the beast was the mercy of the lord