Behind the House

At night I woke up crying in the lane behind the house

Ghosts wet and steaming by the time I figured it out

You didn't die in the fire

It was the flood that carried you from me

And the embers of your house still glowing

Making it hard to sleep

It's hard to breathe

There's not much room to go more crazy

A flaming sword above my head for all of you to see

Beware my girl, beware

Beware my girl, beware of these memories and what is real

What is real

I walk this world forever in a dream

Or is this the land of living?

Or is this your way to tell me

That I couldn't save you

I couldn't save you