Old haunted trees whisper stories
Over the lake where the bodies,
We've got less than we had
I've been dust since the way
Stomp through the field where
A thousand lost souls were still singing
Fire in your heart, but the sun isn't
We've got less than we had
I've been crushed since the day
Cry into pillows, a last kiss
Lock all the doors, it's alive
Stay inside till tomorrow
There's no way to go back