Bury Us All
I was shaking, couldn't make it through a dark hall
I never knew the bell ringing was the last call
If I could wake up without feeling like running
Away from everything that's crumbling
And coming down on our head to bury us all
Those days are over now
And out of the fold
Searching for solid ground
But can't find the stone
Those days are over now
But flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground
A place to call home
A place to call home
A piece of my mind hidden here in each line
Every time there may never be a next time
If I could wake up without feeling like running
Away from everything that's crumbling
And coming down on our head to bury us all
Those days are over now
And out of the fold
Searching for solid ground
But can't find the stone
Those days are over now
But flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground
A place to call home
A place to call home
There's a light that we follow
It defines who we are
There's a place that we carry our weight
For the taste that is fleeting and gone
Those days are over now
And out of the fold
Searching for solid ground
But can't find the stone
Those days are over now
But flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground
A place to call home
A place to call home
I never knew the bell ringing was the last call
If I could wake up without feeling like running
Away from everything that's crumbling
And coming down on our head to bury us all
Those days are over now
And out of the fold
Searching for solid ground
But can't find the stone
Those days are over now
But flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground
A place to call home
A place to call home
A piece of my mind hidden here in each line
Every time there may never be a next time
If I could wake up without feeling like running
Away from everything that's crumbling
And coming down on our head to bury us all
Those days are over now
And out of the fold
Searching for solid ground
But can't find the stone
Those days are over now
But flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground
A place to call home
A place to call home
There's a light that we follow
It defines who we are
There's a place that we carry our weight
For the taste that is fleeting and gone
Those days are over now
And out of the fold
Searching for solid ground
But can't find the stone
Those days are over now
But flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground
A place to call home
A place to call home
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher James Wollard, George A Rebelo, Jason William Black, Charles Allen Ragan, Chris Cresswell
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