The wind through the trees makes no sound
 Underground underground
 Nothing but bones and old dreams
 So it seems so it seems
 But sometimes she hears him moan
 “Please help me please help me.”
 But you cannot be saved from the grave
 No you cannot be saved from the grave

Their voices like cool autumn leaves [bad word] through empty streets
 Their eyes like bright shining dimes
 Let them rise let them rise
 For sometimes she hears him moan
 “Please help me please help me.”
 But you cannot be saved from the grave
 No you cannot be saved from the grave

She kneels and she weeps for the day
 She will join his decay