Cloud Cult - Buried Poetry lyrics

Paper and pencils made a birth: Poetry that I once wrote her. There's nothing we were holding down. Nothing we were holding down. I kept a favorite photograph Of her and I in the tall dream gra**. And nothing here could take us down. Nothing here could take us down. Paper buried in the dirt: It's all the poetry that I once wrote her. It's something we were burning down. Something we were burning down. I lost my favorite photographs Buried deep in the tall dream gra**. There's so much I am holding down. (So much I am holding down.) There's so much I am holding down.