Graveyard Carousel Part 1
Verse 1 Moonlight leaks on angels
wings are stained with moss
Cigarette burns on the stone
counting up the cost. Shadows stretch between the names sinking in the dirt
Iron fence is grinning like it knows about the hurt. I walk the path with heavy boots that remember rain
Listening for a footstep to answer back again.
Verse 2 Horses lean behind the church
peeled to wooden bone, Eyes are glass and staring out
standing all alone. Chains are hanging from the pole
swaying in the breeze
Marking time for secrets hidden in the trees. Spin it once to hear the talk
spin it twice for dread
Spin it three times round and you are riding with the dead.
Pre-Chorus Candles gutter in the damp
dying in the night, Wax is melting down to bone
fading from the sight. Names are carved in secret spots
hidden on the stone, Breathing in the heavy air
feeling all alone.
Chorus Round and round the graveyard ride
music gone and quit, But the rhythm carries on
refusing to submit. Every turn a memory
a mirror cracked and split
Showing faces in the glass that never really fit. Hold the brass ring cold as ice
closing on the hand
Smile for the darkness covering the land.
Verse 3 Owl upon the chapel roof, watching with a stare
Bats are cutting crooked lines through the heavy air. Breath is rising in a cloud
twisting in the cold, Gravel crunches underfoot
stories getting old.
Pre-Chorus Comfort in the freezing dark
weight upon the chest, Living world demands a smile
here we get a rest. Flowers rot without a shame
returning to the ground, Silence feels heavy here
pressing all around.
Chorus Round and round the graveyard ride
music gone and quit, But the rhythm carries on
refusing to submit. Every turn a memory
a mirror cracked and split
Showing faces in the glass that never really fit. Hold the brass ring cold as ice
closing on the hand
Smile for the darkness covering the land.
Bridge If I vanish in the night, say I stepped away
Passed between the granite stones before the break of day. Tell them that the horses woke
chains began to ring
Offered me a saddle and a song to sing. No magic door or fire pit
just a wooden track
Sliding from the weary world and never looking back. Some get lost in city lights
some in traffic noise
I choose the quiet spiral and the dust of broken toys.
Outro Sun comes up and birds begin to shout about the chores
Carousel is standing still behind the chapel doors. But if you press a ear against the center pole of wood
You hear the music playing exactly like it should.