Текст песни Voltaire - Underground

Six feet of earth above my head
keeps me safe from what she says,
Six walls of wood to keep them out
their smart remarks, the screams the shouts.
They scream, they shout,
Theres only one way to drown them out.

I hear your voice, I hit the ground,
you looked for me but I'm not around.
In that small cafe, there I wrote it down,
I looked for you, you were not around.
You're the buring lie that kills my child,
He's gone underground,
I've gone underground,
I've gone underground,
I've gone underground.

Some come to pay their last respects
Or beckon me to come around.
They leave dried flowers in the air
Or place their feelings on the doorstep.
At best they try to understand
And offer plans, most futile plans.
Here in this darkness I can see
Your skin is the closest thing to grace.
It dancelike goes upon my fingers
And feelings fly, they're still alive,
There's only one way to drown them out.

I hear your voice, I hit the ground,
You looked for me but I'm not around.
In that small cafe, there I wrote it down,
I looked for you, you were not around.
You're the buring lie that kills my child,
She's gone underground,
I've gone underground,
I've gone underground,
I've gone underground,
I've gone underground,
I've gone underground.

Underground...

Six feet of earth above my head
don't keep me safe from what she says,
Six walls of wood don't keep them out
these frightful screams come from inside,
They lay with me here through the night...