What is time to me
Might be far from over
It's a silent scream
For a dead composer

Heart of sticks and leaves
Hanging off your shoulder
The wolf is singing deep 
trying to blow it over

Ghosts in floorboards weep
Crying for your footsteps 
Flattered shadows sleep
Underneath your nightdress

I don't want to let go 
I don't want to let go

Keep a spiders chain
Tied around your finger
So the acid rain 
Won't make you surrender

Frozen faces speak 
Of the sudden thunder
Listen carefully 
As they hold you under

In a spider's dream
All the dead composers
It's a silent scream
Full of guns and roses

I don't want to let go 


winter park