Oh Littleton cemetery
I watch you pass each day on the train
Oh a beautiful thought so momentary
I’d like to hang with you some time
Oh tattered and veiled below
The remnants of my empty soul
The pieces of this world from a past that does not exist
Oh Littleton cemetery
Your perverse divine portrait carries with me such bliss
I’d love to get to know you
And your fading gray stone
Maybe I can stop by sometime for company
And rest among decrepit bones
There’s something refreshing about you
You’re not like the other graveyards
You’ve got personality and fading good looks
Despite your dying grass and rotting hearts
