The girl across the street made a pretty, shallow grave
Every day of the week, I would visit where she lay
I saw them decay, every rose that I gave
They'd wilt like the leaves on an autumn day
How could I hope to disguise my love so dark?
You shuddered and cried the that I confessed my heart
Content to being alone if you're with me in my mind
A waxing moon shone as you accompany me this night
The wood behind the cul de sac, where we spent many summer evenings
I was hoping. I was hoping that you'd see me