Текст песни Gone Under - Gold

Got myself a lawyer
On the way back from the woods
Where I burried you, I burried you
Woods where damp and misty
I still smell your scent upon
My fingertips, my fingertips
Leaves are awfully quiet
And they are listining
Hearing everyone of your thougts
And then when the wind blows
They whisper all your secrets
To every soul that cares to listen, to listen
You′ve gone under
Scattered by the wind it will foresake me
It wil hit the ground
When there's no way back
Dirt will take you down and far away from me
It′s where you belong
Where you belong.