Buried 6 feet under
His music, his thoughts
Spinning round, round in my mind
His influence on me made me
Dream of bright lights and crowds
Constantly searching for answers
To never ending questions
But their slowly slipping from
My thoughts and hands
But now 500 miles away the answers
Never seem, never seem to stray,
Where are my answers? Where am i?
I really need to decide
Constantly searching for answers
To never ending questions
But their slowly slipping from
My thoughts and hands
But then everything spins again
Important things seem distantly faded
What happened to him? What’s happening
To me? Things are still buried 6 feet under
Constantly searching for answers
To never ending questions
But their slowly slipping from
My thoughts and hands
And every answer is still buried 6 feet under
And I’m making it
By georgia kneebone
