She Said, ”Let’s Go.”
So I Rose
‘Cuz I Know Where The Dead Go.
Though I Grow Too Hollow,
The Dead Leaves By Window.
If I Spoke Into You,
Would I Close Like An Echo?

Her Eyes Glow
Like Shadows.
Her Hair Grows Black Widows.
She’s The Ghost
In My Home,
At My Throat,
Approaching Slow,
That’s The Road All Shall Know Well.

And Her Eyes Glow,
So Here I Go.
Da' Dead Leaves
Out In the Cold.
Da' Dead Leaves
Out In The Cold.
The Cold.