Текст песни
Our love is six feet under, I can't help but wonder.
If high grain was watered by the rain, would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom?
The playing is out, laying us down tonight.
And over these clouds, crying us back to life.
But you're cold as a knife.
Six feet under, I can't help but wonder.
If high grain was watered by the rain,
Would roses bloom again?
Help, I lost myself again, but I remember you.
If high grain was watered by the rain, would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom?
The playing is out, laying us down tonight.
And over these clouds, crying us back to life.
But you're cold as a knife.
Six feet under, I can't help but wonder.
If high grain was watered by the rain,
Would roses bloom again?
Help, I lost myself again, but I remember you.