School bell sounds
We're set to go
Back to your house
With a fireplace glow
Trudging through snow, now
Two feet of fire
To get to your house
With a backyard fence
The power's out
The power's out
And ice is forming
Above our heads
The crackling sound
Of the freezing rain
Is enough to drive us
Both insane.
So our plans are gone
And you fall asleep
Telling ghost stories
While your flowers weep.
So our plans are gone
And you fall asleep
Telling ghost stories
While your flowers weep.
(one, two, three, four)
Oh yet another blank sheet
We meet again
Each time I carve into your skin
Digging deeper
For some internal meaning
Or combustion.