Silver Gallows
Nick Lee (Guitarist), John Carbone
She drove me home after the fire went out
And showed me her silver gallows
We talked until our moon came out
And reflected in the shallows
I'll sway in the breeze long after the crows pick me clean
You'll watch my body twist and turn with eyes of light
I never gave you in life and
All of the mournful gather 'round
This silver noose
I hang from still
And when you finally cut me down
Don't bury me in the garden
We both know nothing will grow there
And I need old dirt to roll in
I'll sway in the breeze long after the crows pick me clean
You'll watch my body twist and turn with eyes of light
I never gave you in life and
All of the mournful gather 'round
This silver noose
I hang from still
And I'll swing for the rest of my days
It's okay, I found rhythm to sway