A vintage dress and lips of red,
under the moonlight drawing me in,
songs of fire, shadows, and sin
dance for the living and mourn for the dead.

The autumn air, it bites and chills
the night's a stage the graveyard's still
Your whisper of my name, a soft regret
A love song for me playing on your lips

A spell is cast with blood and bloom
the scent of roses fills the tomb
with flowers growing in my hands
and my fractured faults here I stand.

Your voice still lingers, a hollow sigh
you said you'd stay, but ghosts don't lie
Forever bound to October skies,
where the dead don't sleep and my love never dies.