Cemeteries

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...")