Six Feet Under

Could roses bloom again?
Retrace my lips, erase your touch.
It's all too much for me.
Blow away, like smoke in air, how can you die carelessly?
Our love is six feet under, I can't help but wonder.
If high grain was watered by the rain, would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom?
The playing is out, laying us down tonight.
And over these clouds, crying us back to life.
But you're cold as a knife.
Six feet under, I can't help but wonder.
If high grain was watered by the rain,