Avey Tare
Cemeteries
Looking back on an old dayStained floor and ice coldLook awayNot looking forwardCemeteries I sawAnd I'm toldWe'll lean through old childrenThey'll keep countingI knowSeated people in a paintingCemeteries I sawAnd I'm toldLet meI would likeTaking a hike through the cemetary tonightThe gravestones are covered in timeIt's the perfect nightEverywhere the mud floods
From Letras Mania