15 Letters - Lone Wolf

She lead me down the garden path and bled me dry, dry

She did her make up in the reflection of my glassy, glazed eyes

She buried me in the churchyard where she wed me long ago

My father saw red and said «you couldn’t even pronounce the poor boy’s name!»

And whilst I’m turning in my grave and wasting away

My name’s still driving the girl insane

All fifteen letters addressed to her

As a reminder of what she’d done

She checked in to the hospital in Denton, Texas

She told them about my name, they said

«We're sorry but there’s nothing to remove this tattoo from your brain»

Now I’m the voice inside her head

I’m in her bed

I’m in the walls that she hides between

All fifteen letters addressed to her, as a reminder

And whilst I’m turning in my grave and wasting away

My name’s still driving the girl insane

All fifteen letters addressed to her

As a reminder of what she’d done

The moon is on it’s back tonight

The moon is on it’s back tonight

Her breath is much colder now she is the older, not I

The moon is on it’s back tonight

The moon is on it’s back tonight

My name will remain an unclimbable mountain in live