Tekst
It's fair to say we're closing for the night
Grown tired of being open and playing kind
Been scared of conversation for a while
The faux friends that I'm facing are taking sides
Oh honey
Could you meet me down at the old cemetery
Oh honey
Tell me something but a little too honestly
Oh oh
If old is gonna rain on my parade
And lightly float along the seas of change
The body that we start on is all maroon
It's faded on the fine lines into June
Oh honey
Could you meet me down at the old cemetery
Oh honey
Tell me something but a little too honestly
Oh oh
