Midnight falls on the snow-lit trees. And as I stand inside I know that I can't watch life through a window. My indecision is blocking the door. It's like a religion that I never ask for more.
Yea, come. Yea come. . Say a prayer for all the souls in bloom. Cut down far too soon. Under the scarlet moon. Under the scarlet moon. Say a prayer. C'mon and say a prayer.