Merry Mary and all her Friends Went to the gallows for my ticket to a dance in the shallows

When from the thickets out creped a letter, fit enough for my better A not so chocolate factory in a place of wolves, red coats in Hollywood A mountain of hope between them all, a memory a chief, not a single call When from the web out stepped curiosity, curious as I could be And went to the shallows for a ticket to a dance in the gallows

In my head, from my heart, in a resting-place where they birth new starts Came a whisper from an angel victim of a heavenly traffic collision Said to me, theres no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid, its real love

Now she came from the shores of a long since forgotten Lore With a ticket to a dance, from lovers of the carbon-necromance That happens when the dead come out to play, stirring memories Like pictographs and chamber maids and other things Her timing changing like weather in a slow jazz atmosphere Dont be afraid, no need to be afraid, love is real, have no fear~

Half-rested in a place where ink stained souls would play and pray and drink Merry Mary and all her friends kept the torches burning while mice scurried like men And their Pumpkin kings with their lancer streams, came from four strings Warm to the touch, it made me miss you so very much, no need to be alone On my palate, titanium white, we can gesso the stains and lay her right In your heart, cerulean blue, your soft pink underbelly shining through

Waiting, waiting for love, waiting, waiting for love, waiting

In my head, from my heart, in a resting-place where they birth new starts Came a whisper from an angel victim of a heavenly traffic collision Said to me, theres no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid, its real love