Voltaire

Graveyard Picnic
When I find the living a bore There's a place I go I answer the call Go over the wall Where the crosses are all in a row Mind the trees Get down on my knees There's a hole in the gate I look around that I won't be found And sit down next to his grave If you squirm at the Conquerer Worm This is no place for thee Or if your fight at the mere sight Of the corpse of my Annabel Lee If you fear there's something you hear A heart beating under the floor Still your heart, there's no need to start It's just me having tea with Lenore Sit here on the ground Dead leaves in the trees all around you Come enter this land Take this book in your hand If you find the living a bore Letras de cancionesThere's a place you can go Answer the call Go over the wall Where the crosses are all in a row Mind the trees Get down on your knees Sneak in just like the breeze Look around Though you won't be found It's you, Edgar Allen and me Sit here on the ground Dead leaves in the trees all around you Come enter this land Take this book in your hand From Letras Mania