Buried REDUX from Wastelands by Year of October

There she stands, her arms they are flowing in the wind
But no one knows, what is within
Her roots go deep, everything they see
There's a story told, it runs through her soul
Oh her soul runs to the heavens

Dark secrets, are buried deep inside
Everyone looks, but no one can find
Soon that will change, her whole life she'll rearrange
She can no longer hold, what runs through her soul
Oh her soul runs to the heavens

Her soul runs
Her soul runs
Her soul runs
Her soul runs

Stories spilled, lies are now revealed
Truth unfolds, truth unfolds
And frees her soul, frees her soul
Ohhh
Frees her soul, frees her soul

• Rock
• garage rock
• indie rock
• psychedelic rock
• rock&roll
• stoner-rock
• Nashville