Skeleton sangria, mindless and mellow
Little dove, little dove, on the pastures he wanes
In careless insomnia he waits by the fire
In the mist, in the mist, in the woods with no trails
Skeleton sangria, mindless and mellow
Little dove, little dove, in the meadows he drowns
In careless insomnia he waits by the fire
In the mist, in the mist, with his head to the ground