Lyrics

She pretends not to listen
when she talks to herself
There’s a voice in the distance
She really can’t tell
If the words are her own
Or from somebody else

There’s a child up in Heaven
No words to be said
A man lost in space
Inside his own head
She can’t fall asleep
In that big empty bed

Weightless and heady
Time standing still
Feels like roses and ash
In oil from Hell
She said it out loud
From way down
In the well

There’s smoke in the curtains
There’s a ringing of bells
A whisper of ghosts
A casting of spells
As the wild wind
goes whipping
Across the cold
chapel
hill.