作曲 : Johanna Christin Warren
You knocked and I let you in

Unlocked the door
Led you under my skin

But hate lay like a snake in the grass

Waiting to strike at our heels as we passed

She kept the key to my dark room
She left and warped the weft of my loom

I saw hordes of gray eyes and dark
Hungry mouths
Lord knows what they were mumbling about

I lost hold of the rail I was grasping

Ghostly pale quaking like an aspen

Now this thick rope encircles my neck
Whisper I hope you're quick to forget

Grief warms the back of your throat
Greedy wind snatches at your threadbare coat

Pin oaks and old rusty nails
Pinafores rustle and fill like sails