Can you hear the clock 'a ticking
won't you come to the meadow soon
lay my dead bones 'a dancing
to stare up at the moon

will you come down to see me
when my bones are in the grave
I ask cause you haven't been here lately
and I'd like to see your face

the flowers 'neath my head have changed to brown
and the nearby trees are quite aged
you never took the time to come around
to bid me farewell at my grave

the clock has long since stopped ticking
and the meadow has faded into ruin
my bones have forever ceased their dancing
eyes darkened by the moon

*please come and see me soon