she held tight to her photograph it transpires mystery the sun ain t rose and set for days with echos of her agony what good s a heart without a home and no one to call her own the waters rushed up to bathe her of her time and drown the memories what s more beautiful than blood caked on her velvet skin the dress she wore that night remains awash in scarlet sin a haunting tale of sorrow underneath the murky deep there s still a longing in those eyes it hasn t ceased to be her broken spirit still exists the pain calls her up to rise and though i wanted to dismiss as a trick of light or in my mind standing there so eloquent she cries sing to me and ease my troubles boy this afterlife has known no joy because a death of love took me before my time sing to me and provide peaceful rest for though i m gone i can t forget sing a song and croon to me in the midnight sing to me her broken spirit still exists the pain calls her up to rise and though i wanted to dismiss as a trick of light or in my mind standing there so eloquent she cries sing to me and ease my troubles boy this afterlife has known no joy because a death of love took me before my time sing to me and provide peaceful rest for though i m gone i can t forget sing a song and croon to me in the midnight sing to me sing to me sing to me sing to me