The summer princess had enough
She wanted to scream her love...
The winter prince watched from the woods
As the princess walked through a meadow of flowers...
On a cold bitter night
The summer princess walked alone...
Sitting on my roof,
Gazing at the star...
I was walking home after dark,
I went through a graveyard called the park...
When the world comes to an end at last
when everything around you is no longer here...
Stare into the woods
The moon is calling you...
Come now dear
Your time has come...
As I puff on my last cigarette
My eyes water...
Dark dreamers in dark monochrome dreams
dancing lullabies with sharp pointed teeth...
A gothic suit stands in the door,
A sillouette of a man...
Death is another way of looking.
The moon of death is older...