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?" "shhh... 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?" "shhh...")