All of your friends told me to go out to St. Mary's Park
To meet you at 10 and offer you my hand
And set to the dark
And out in the woods we lit the latterns
And looked for the place
Where rust hung from trees
The callous of nature burned in its heels
Then a frightening glare where the house stood erected
With light pouring through
Too soon for the sun and no road built for headlights
To produce such a scene
Hush
Did you hear a voice low but haunting
No
Only the wind howling distress
Did I hear that? - yes
And the rise of the fog as it kissed our necks
And a screech as everything
All swooped in on us
And time has been erased
And the button eye'd witches have
Soaked your heart in soot
And the trees all held hands
And closed in on us
As we fell to the ground
And bolts from the sky cackled
And all I could whisper was,
"Hold on tight
Hold on tightly
Don't let go"