At a quarter to midnight lays a cornerstone. You can read by the moonlight aloud and alone. And from over your shoulder it's courting your soul. Does it tell you your fortune or say nothing at all.
Hello it's me the mistress. Is there anybody home?. 'Cause the last place I should be is sittin' here alone. All I ask for is forgiveness. If you've got some give it here.
All my lovers think I'm lovely in the morning when I wake. When I roll in folds of slumber when I caress I give and take. All my enemies are just like me they're a fatalist mistake.
There's a crack in my memory,. as if something has gone. and split the foundation. of showdow, of song.. . And raddled the windows,. and the tiny regrets..