Good Things

This dirt
On my knees gives me away
These tears
Turn the soil into clay
Recollection
Will wait another day
This is where I buried all my secrets

Hurry, this is the place
Bring your virtue, pick up the pace
There's no more time to waste

This dirt
You can never wash away
This fire
Turns to ashes the decay
Recollection
Will wait another day
This is where I buried all my secrets

Hurry, this is the place
Bring your virtue, pick up the pace
Leave your good things in the ground
Before the darkness comes around



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Watkins
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