Afraid Of Figs
8 Feet Undergroud
Smokey Sunday, I'm not sulkingSun ain't breaking, I'm not broken. Hold me, hold me, hold me down.A little deeper 'til I drown. When I'm 8 feet undergroundI'm the change between the seats.I'm the crumbs beneath the sheets.Hold me, hold me, hold me down.A little deeper 'til I drown.When I'm 8 feet undergroundKilling time on broken clocksSearch for prizes at the bottom of the boxTake my burdens for a spinTake your sorrows for a swim. And hold them, hold them, hold them down.A little deeper 'til they drown.When we're 8 feet underground
From Letras Mania