a slight tingle beneath the skin
let's little out and little in
as memories flood of where you've been

they will forever whisper alice

when what you knew you thought you knew
is no longer holding true
as mountain winds are passing through

on the breeze they whisper alice

a ****** of crows are left behind
on this the darkest of lives
they fillet the soul but leave the mind

as the beat of their wings whisper alice