Corridor - Ashbury Heights

Lay me down to rest

And hang your head down low

In panic and in shame

When you go

Build a raven’s nest

Of withered bones and teeth

And dig a hole for me

Underneath

And let the mirror judge

If there’s madness in our hearts

Let the soil embrace

And silence our alarms

Let our twilight world

Pass into gentle night

And let the moon obscure

The pallor of our skies

And you keep running down

Running down

Running down that corridor

And no one knows

No one knows

No one knows what it’s there for

What it’s there for

The tree was always dead

Yet never seem to grow

Polluted by the grief

Down below

In shades of white and grey

In heavy slumber’s keep

In pieces and in shards

Let me sleep