Paroles de Dirt Doesn't Travel

Under the new born tree, oh We left your body in a box I'll pray for your ghost to haunt this home And keep us warm I hope you finally found your way Don't you worry Death will keep you company I've been worried for you Above the ancient room Your body turns to soil without a fight And I can finally hear your ghost tonight But what's the point I hope you're too ashamed to speak Don't you worry Death will keep you company I've been worried for you Speak to me I will set you free I will celebrate A different side of me