• cemetery drive,
    covered in mist,
    driving down the road,
    so cold,
    the crypts and tombstones cast dark shadow,
    the bats and the wind,
    grimly howl,
    cemetery drive,
    a place of shadow,
    cemetery drive,
    tall dead trees,
    comfort the dead,
    black roses grow along the road,
    they fight the cold,
    and give the living hope,
    the living hope their hearts never stop,
    and they'll never have to call cemetery drive home,
    and tend to the shadows and black roses