Yeah, I know it's a good life But I gotta keep moving Fall asleep in a comfort of nest The room is yellow and the windows are deadest white I smell the ghost of your dinner And the space heat is going like a miniature gate to hell I hear the dogs as I

We met on the shore of a lemonade lake Weeping willows looked down where we lay Orange blossoms I smell in your hair Butterfly, flutter by, butterfly by Waterfalls send your ripples to us Here on the shore of the lemonade lake Pond lilies play hide and

Darkness coats us. The smell of fall. Changing season. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls. Trapped for eternity. Black crows break the silence. The garden of the dead s alive