Barren Lullaby

Hush now, hush now — something's in the ground

They wrote it down in ash and lies,

sealed the door and closed their eyes.

A hundred years of holding still — but the dark remembers,

and it always will.

Count

the doors.

Count the years.

Everything you buried hears.

Nothing stays buried, nothing stays gone,

whatever you covered is still holding on.

Turn out the light — it's already there.

Nothing stays buried. It's still in the air.

Footprints where there shouldn't be,

a name they scratched from history.

You can burn the house,

you can burn the page — you can't burn what's in the

walls.

Count the doors.

Count the years.

Everything you buried hears.

It's not over.

It never was. It's not over.

It never was.

Nothing stays buried, nothing stays gone,

whatever you covered is still holding on.

Turn out the light — it's already there.

Nothing stays buried. It's still in the air.

Nothing stays buried… nothing stays gone.