Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Between the Buried and Me
Performer
Emma Dunlap Grube
Cello
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The winters grieve evenly
Flickering moments engage our senses
Slowly trembling and venting
They won't take notice
[Verse 2]
Dragging feet
Will time notice me?
[Verse 3]
We turn our backs on ourselves
Nothing in sight
[Verse 4]
I see a flame erupt in the distance
The charted course towards my direction
A wealth of moving light, they now seek my disguise
Legs soon crack as they stand above/below
[Verse 5]
"Where do you drift from sir?
This land is for those who have lost
Our humanity has passed its course
We roam with all that's left"
I come from a movable past
A distant future is in my grasp
You all will survive this fate
Trust the man you gaze
[Verse 6]
Take me with your flames
(Darkness)
Show the brighter way
(Hopeless)
Take in all
Sit with our teachings
[Verse 7]
Above
Below
(Take in all)
Above
Below
(Sit with our teachings)
[Verse 8]
Dream tonight to push us forward
[Verse 9]
Black ash improves me
Dark skies are hollow
[Verse 10]
Above
Below
(Take in all)
Above
Below
(Sit with our teachings)
[Verse 11]
Dream tonight to push us forward
[Verse 12]
Black ash improves me
Can't look past the damage to this life
Dark skies are hollow
Can't look past the damage to this life
[Verse 13]
"Welcome to our journey
Please walk with me, I'll put your mind at ease
Our breath disrupts their flames
We walk through their walls
Life exists apart from this"
[Verse 14]
"Welcome to our journey
Please walk with me, I'll put your mind at ease
Our breath disrupts their flames
We walk through their walls
Life exists apart from this"
[Verse 15]
This lone world drifts on and on
This lone world drifts on and on
[Verse 16]
In the distant light modern man awaits
Dripping jaw accept our twisted travel
Lose focus
Screaming grins howl loud from high, a gritty focus gripped
In the distant light modern man awaits
Dripping jaw accept our twisted travel
Lose focus
Screaming grins howl loud from high, a gritty focus gripped
Focus gripped
[Verse 17]
We turn our backs on ourselves
Nothing in sight
We turn our backs on ourselves
They won't take notice
They won't take notice
Written by: Daniel Briggs, Cartland Richardson, Thomas Rogers, Paul Waggoner, Robert Waring
