By Izzy Cox
All through the night dear
A call
you cant see
It's the crows
Yes there watching
In my window
All the bugs
That they
crawl on the walls
But there's nothing
Stopping them now
All through the night dear
Not even a mouse
Makes a sound
Makes a sound
Oh there talking
The secrets
They do keep
Oh the dream of living
They do dream
Yes it seems dreams
I can see them talking
We talk everyday
My mind is playing tricks
On me
Oh can you come out
And play
Where are you
Their down
Oh the moon
Disappeared at noon
Oh the days fall
Into days
Falls in today
Oh the days fall into days
Oh away
Go away
Not a sound
Here in the ground
Dead people's sounds
I dug myself out of a grave
No one knows the trouble I've been
Oh what must we do
Nothing you can do
The sky's are so blue
The white turning to gray
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
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