White lights-sunrise-landslides-basement walls,
Bright light -bright eyes-despise these phone calls.
I'm laying in bed all
alone in the dark, mourning pictures of a brown haired boy with a smile.
I'm alone in a room,
I'm alone in a crowd boarding up the
doors and windows to keep me in - to keep you out
Curse of Chiroptera, curse of the night eyes life subterranean until my mouth
fries.
Lurk living lonely, lurk living alone.
Blades, shovels and black duct tape at least
Until the sun is shown-oh yeah and you
can see the footprints in the morning
And you can kill it sleeping.
You can kill it while it sleeps.
Silent vigils for my heart
beat.
A lit candle for hope is all I keep.
A child's funeral for which I weep.
And you can turn the lights off when your
leaving.