The whispers scream a hauntingly enchanted tune.
A brisk chill tries to give me a fright.
Ghosts dance around me in the light of the moon.
At a somber hour in the middle of June,
Gazing up, I am paralyzed by my envy of the night.
The whispers scream a hauntingly enchanted tune.
Everyone around me seems to be immune,
My daily sights would turn their faces white.
Ghosts dance around me in the light of the moon.
My stroll in the graveyard gave an ideal opportune
To watch and wait for my own personal invite.
The whispers scream a hauntingly enchanted tune.
No one understands this life, they call me a loon,
The thoughts of joining fill me with delight.
Ghosts dance around me in the light of the moon.
The symphony will be ending soon,
At last I will follow the steps to unite.
The whispers scream a hauntingly enchanted tune,
Ghosts dance around me in the light of the moon.