Oh buried eyes
I know it's hard to take a drive
Upon the ruins of your land
Upon the quickness of the sand
Rain gettin heavy, mud gettin dry
I have seen the seven miles
Banned the visions from your head
Dry your tears upon the ocean
Where the rain begins again
Broken and battered, left for the wild
Buried child, buried child
And I have seen the ancient man
That has knocked upon your door
Cloaked with paint upon his fingers
As he points you to the floor
Seeking shelter, to his lives
You careless dancers
Burnt on the phone
Faded footsteps in empty rooms
The babe is captured
But from mothers eyes
The feast was raided
Beaten down to size
On your knees
Grab the torch and die
Buried Child, buried Child
And every moment in the leaves
Seems to vanish all the tribes
In this fleeting resurrection
When the fire leaves your eyes
Sirens fading, breading heavy oh Lord
Captured angles, colors faded to the bone
Fire and water, the Seagul flies!