Widow's Walk - thom hell, Larkin Poe

Tired of the lace, a veil across her face

Lookin' to the sea

Beneath her breath, she prays

«Let the winds erase»

«Dreams of him comin' home to me»

Stride by stride

The tears escape the bride

As she breaks her clock

And haunts the widow’s walk to mark the hours

Ooh oohooh

Ooh hoohoohoo

A ticking clock

The scratching of a pin upon the bible by the door

These are the sounds of pain

The death of what has been

She was broke before she hit the floor

But now she breaks inside

And tears escape the bride

As she breaks the clock

And haunts the widow’s walk to mark the hours

Stride by stride

The tears escape the bride

As she breaks the clock

And haunts the widow’s walk to mark the hours

Ohh ohhohh