In an unmarked grave
There lies the body of a man
As the waves roll out
Reveals a fist still clutching sand
And the tide still comes and goes
But no-one ever knows
Just where he's been
And like a desperate act
They thought that he had left them back
So soon to be forgotten
But they never knew what happened
This story is buried deep below
The places no-one goes, below the waves
The traces of their fates erased
Left with an image of a face
He screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
A muffled voice lost in the wind
Never to be heard again
It gets easier to let it slip away
With no good reason for the debts they had to pay
In all the isolated spots
(The beach, the creek, the sand and the rocks)
Too many unknown bodies rot
Will this silence save our lives or kills us off?
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
By the darkest path
That's overgrown with the forest's wrath
If these trees could speak
They would weep
He's six feet deep and three feet long
One life cut short while one lives on
Another young one's life replaced
And left with an image of a face
He's screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
He's just an echo in the wind
Never to be heard again
It gets easier to let it slip away
With no good reason for the debts they had to pay
In all the isolated spots
(The beach, the creek, the sand and the rocks)
Too many unknown bodies rot
Will this silence save our lives or kills us off?
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
He's six feet deep and three feet long
One life cut short while one lives on
Another young one's life replaced
And left with an image of a face
This story is buried deep below
The places no-one goes, below the waves
The traces of their fates erased
Left with an image of a face
He's screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
He's just an echo in the wind
Never to be heard again
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
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In an unmarked grave
There lies the body of a man
As the waves roll out
Reveals a fist still clutching sand
And the tide still comes and goes
But no-one ever knows
Just where he's been
And like a desperate act
They thought that he had left them back
So soon to be forgotten
But they never knew what happened
This story is buried deep below
The places no-one goes, below the waves
The traces of their fates erased
Left with an image of a face
He screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
A muffled voice lost in the wind
Never to be heard again
It gets easier to let it slip away
With no good reason for the debts they had to pay
In all the isolated spots
(The beach, the creek, the sand and the rocks)
Too many unknown bodies rot
Will this silence save our lives or kills us off?
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
By the darkest path
That's overgrown with the forest's wrath
If these trees could speak
They would weep
He's six feet deep and three feet long
One life cut short while one lives on
Another young one's life replaced
And left with an image of a face
He's screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
He's just an echo in the wind
Never to be heard again
It gets easier to let it slip away
With no good reason for the debts they had to pay
In all the isolated spots
(The beach, the creek, the sand and the rocks)
Too many unknown bodies rot
Will this silence save our lives or kills us off?
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
He's six feet deep and three feet long
One life cut short while one lives on
Another young one's life replaced
And left with an image of a face
This story is buried deep below
The places no-one goes, below the waves
The traces of their fates erased
Left with an image of a face
He's screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
He's just an echo in the wind
Never to be heard again
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
There lies the body of a man
As the waves roll out
Reveals a fist still clutching sand
And the tide still comes and goes
But no-one ever knows
Just where he's been
And like a desperate act
They thought that he had left them back
So soon to be forgotten
But they never knew what happened
This story is buried deep below
The places no-one goes, below the waves
The traces of their fates erased
Left with an image of a face
He screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
A muffled voice lost in the wind
Never to be heard again
It gets easier to let it slip away
With no good reason for the debts they had to pay
In all the isolated spots
(The beach, the creek, the sand and the rocks)
Too many unknown bodies rot
Will this silence save our lives or kills us off?
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
By the darkest path
That's overgrown with the forest's wrath
If these trees could speak
They would weep
He's six feet deep and three feet long
One life cut short while one lives on
Another young one's life replaced
And left with an image of a face
He's screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
He's just an echo in the wind
Never to be heard again
It gets easier to let it slip away
With no good reason for the debts they had to pay
In all the isolated spots
(The beach, the creek, the sand and the rocks)
Too many unknown bodies rot
Will this silence save our lives or kills us off?
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
He's six feet deep and three feet long
One life cut short while one lives on
Another young one's life replaced
And left with an image of a face
This story is buried deep below
The places no-one goes, below the waves
The traces of their fates erased
Left with an image of a face
He's screaming in the dark, but there's no-one to hear him
Crying for someone to finally save him
He's just an echo in the wind
Never to be heard again
How many others will die tonight?
Are all those people living in the backs of minds?
They'll live on 'til they're forgot
As their pictures fade away
All their bones will turn to dust
Writer: Jackie Stover, Shaun Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid