Violins scrape October's raw—
Out of tune with insect drones
Clock tower strikes, iron groans:
One, two, three..
I see her laughing,
Her hair black and long,
Long before the silence,
Two summers gone.
The street is scuffed and empty,
The red sky is scowls and moans,
Hearts and Bones ground down to chalk.
Autumn, winter, spring...
I still see her laughing,
And her hair was black and long,
Long and black, her hair was black…
Two summers gone
Two summers gone.
