Hands in Dirt

2 weeks ago by @scottsimpsonmusic

Hands in Dirt

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Liner Notes

#rock #singersongwriter #alternative

Lyrics

Hands in Dirt

I’m digging through the memories, hands in the dirt,
Lilacs blooming ‘neath my skin, a bittersweet hurt.
China-doll’s broken foot, shell casings in the ground,
Echoes of old fires where stories were found.

Roots run deep through prairie grass miles away,
Water from early springs still finds its way.

Stories in the soil, whispers in the wind,
Buried truths, forgotten sins.
Through torn nails and bleeding skin,
This is where the growth begins.

Books make sense, with pages that turn,
But life’s wild rivers twist and churn.
Lessons from the earth aren’t planned or made,
Like poems from the dark that never fade.

Pebbles and bones, pieces of time,
Truths we uncover, both yours and mine.

Stories in the soil, whispers in the wind,
Buried truths, forgotten sins.
Through torn nails and bleeding skin,
This is where the growth begins.

(Instrumental)

Stories in the soil, roots tangled thin,
Through loss and love, let life begin.
Through scarred hearts and hopeful skin,
This is where the growth begins.

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