Cemetery-Hazlett

It’s fair to say we’re closing for the night Grown tired of being open and playing kind Been scared of conversation for a while The faux friends that I’m facing are taking sides Oh honey Could you meet me down at the old cemetery Oh honey Tell me something but a little too honestly Oh oh If old is gonna rain on my parade And lightly float along the seas of change The body that we start on is all maroon It’s faded on the fine lines into June Oh honey Could you meet me down at the old cemetery Oh honey Tell me something but a little too honestly Oh oh