Looking back on old day
Stained floor and ice cold
Look away, not looking forward
Cemeteries I saw

And I'm told

("Maybe... There's a better way")

We'll lean through old children
They'll keep counting, I know
Seated people never painted
Cemeteries I saw

And I'm told
And I'm told
And I'm told
And I'm told

("Jud, what's that?" "Shh... Just a loon, that's all.")

("Here, give me that.")

Let me, I would like
Taking a hike through the cemetery tonight
The gravestones are covered in time
It's the perfect light, everywhere the mud floods
("What's that?" "Shh...")