Centralia লিরিক্স

what the ground holds will be silent now and the earth scorched by the molten plough and the trees bare in the valley and all the streets clear in the centralia what the ground hides makes the breezes sour and the blooms wilt as the roots devour we'll be staying for our homes are here ever drying and the streets are clear ever drying and the trees are bare in the valley of the shadow in the valley of centralia