in the darkest corners of your mind
in the forgotten shadows of a cemetery
where the restless dead just can’t sleep
and where willows aren’t the only ones to weep

this verse is nothing new and never told
it’s something that has been repeated down the centuries
let me drag you all in from the winter cold
away from the cruel eavesdropping trees

Bridgette

you shouldn’t be hiding between the graves
you shouldn’t be around here at all
you shouldn’t be teasing the fallen Lords and Ladies
who miss their now derelict dusty halls

you shouldn’t be whispering to the giddy bats
you shouldn’t be knitting cobwebs with the spiders
you shouldn’t be rearranging the flowers on the tombs
there must be something wrong inside of her

Bridgette

I’m sorry to mention this to you chuck
but we laid you to rest over twenty years ago
an argument with a then spiteful boyfriend
led to your blood staining the December snow

too fast for your love an unwanted sacrifice
too many tears shed in that Austin Montego
too many spins on the treacherous ice
nobody wanted to ever let you go

Bridgette

now you are here before us in the cemetery mist
your gorgeous smile is as infectious as ever
eyes as bright as lost forgotten summer days
yet you died long ago in murderous weather

you can’t fool me with your graveyard beauty
surely a mask that hides your long decayed frame
as you laugh in a ghastly ghostly moonlit silhouette
eyes streaming down our faces we call your name

Bridgette