Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart
here we were again , always saying good-bye
when we're married, can we go to the ocean? I've never been
Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream
I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.
Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.