Buried In A Coal Mine
John Samaras
Your mind is worn, hardly social
Running around in vicious circles
It’s easier to turn and walk the other way
Bury me down below
Underneath piles of coal
Slowly rekindling the ever-fading glow
It’s not what you want
The worlds that you haunt
It’s not like you wanted anything
We left off on a dark note
Situations changing tone
I had felt so indifferent to the news
Indiscreet, in the open
Our silences are hardly broken
There’s no use in working it out
It’s not what you want
The worlds that you haunt
It’s not like you wanted anything
