Between the Buried and Me - Glide

"May I have this dance?"
It nervously asks
The two glide into the heavy crowd
Awake this smile
Familiar
The comfort of being
We are everything

Time is irrelevant while you're in my arms, maker
The grid is done and we all slowly collapse around each other
Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory

Written by:
Daniel Hanford Briggs, Cartland Blake Richardson, Thomas Giles Rogers, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Robert Dustin Waring

Publisher:
Lyrics © BTBAM PUBLISHING

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