The moon is casting,
Light upon the floor.
Where I lay waiting,
Waiting,
For the knock upon the door.
For men in suits,
With big black boots,
Who will take me away for sure.
Because the moon is casting,
Light upon the blood stained floor.
Where I lay beside him grinning,
Grinning,
Beside my husbands corpse.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
The moon is casting,
Light upon the floor.
Where I lay waiting,
Waiting,
For the knock upon the door.
For men in suits,
With big black boots,
Who will take me away for sure.
Because the moon is casting,
Light upon the blood stained floor.
Where I lay beside him grinning,
Grinning,
Beside my husbands corpse.
