In a place far far away,
Where the flowers bloomed and the trees swayed,
Hand in hand, silent we walk,
No emotions to grin or talk,
Lips pressed tight,
Tired from an endless night,
Tragedy strikes the bell when the moons topmost,
For the one whom you loved most,
Regardless of rhyme or reason,
the world will always give way to treason,
as we move to end this season,
on to a new end,
The future is something that we can't mend,
Without it we are nothing within,
Despite that fact that we all grin,
No one has a heart.
Ghosts dance on top my window,
As the sky weeps with willow,
As the crow barks at the tempest,
And the rat dies with the priestess,
My ears start to ring,
As the Ghosts and the Moths sing,
Where the flowers bloomed and the trees swayed,
Hand in hand, silent we walk,
No emotions to grin or talk,
Lips pressed tight,
Tired from an endless night,
Tragedy strikes the bell when the moons topmost,
For the one whom you loved most,
Regardless of rhyme or reason,
the world will always give way to treason,
as we move to end this season,
on to a new end,
The future is something that we can't mend,
Without it we are nothing within,
Despite that fact that we all grin,
No one has a heart.
Ghosts dance on top my window,
As the sky weeps with willow,
As the crow barks at the tempest,
And the rat dies with the priestess,
My ears start to ring,
As the Ghosts and the Moths sing,