There was an old soul
Down by the old mill
Where we used to play
With sticks and stones
We built forts out of bones
Of our loved ones
Like broken glass and broken ribs
Stolen children from their cribs
We wandered lost for some time
Chasing memories into the fade
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
There was an old soul
Down by the old mill
Where we used to play
With sticks and stones
We built forts out of bones
Of our loved ones
Like broken glass and broken ribs
Stolen children from their cribs
We wandered lost for some time
Chasing memories into the fade