| Silence the airwaves, the’re flooding the radio
|
| Ignore the static from outside of your window
|
| A brand new horizon is on it’s way
|
| Cuz we won’t wait around for things to change
|
| You can’t weigh us down in cold shadows
|
| Buried deep underground like it’s all we’ve ever known
|
| You can’t make a sound to fit the mold
|
| So bury me in the ground, we are only meant to grow
|
| Sirens of warning, they echo in stereo
|
| A city in panic while your sinking in your pillow
|
| The children are calling out your name
|
| To end the war and drown yourself in your own shame
|
| You can’t weigh us down in cold shadows
|
| Buried deep underground like it’s all we’ve ever known
|
| You can’t make a sound to fit the mold
|
| So bury me in the ground, we are only meant to grow
|
| Plant the seed and grow real deep to cut the strings tied to our feet
|
| and shed some light
|
| On what may lie between the lines
|
| Plant the seed and grow real deep to cut the strings tied to our feet
|
| and shed some light
|
| On what may lie between the lines
|
| You can’t weigh us down in cold shadows
|
| Buried deep underground like it’s all we’ve ever known
|
| You can’t make a sound to fit the mold
|
| So bury me in the ground, we are only meant to grow |