Green Lung - Graveyard Sun

And as the summer dies the shadows start to move See them dancing strange among the ivied tombs And now the boughs turn verdant green to gold Wildflowers fade, this year is growing old Do you recall that cold October day? When you first walked toward my open grave? Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves A little death never hurt anyone So won’t you come out of the graveyard sun It was the hour of dusk, in the season of mists On your pale neck, your fate sealed with a kiss Kohl rims round your eyes like cinerary ash In my cold embrace you fell into a trance I led you through Egyptian Avenue Through iron gates, into the catacombs Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves A little death never hurt anyone So won’t you come out of the graveyard sun Out of the graveyard Remember Hallow’s Eve, Nineteen Sixty Eight All those years have passed, the colours never fade And so we’re lost in time, our dawn will never come We’ll live forever young, out of the graveyard sun Out of the graveyard...