Bats Over Black Velvet

Birds cut across the velvet sky

A thin moon keeps the watch tonight

A stone named sleep in the ivy's breath

I walk slow where the dark grows deep

Whispering my name through the cemetery air

Let the shadows gather

Let the silence stare

Under the moon

Under light and black

With a graphic pulse

That pulls me back

Electric notes like candle flame

Trees cold lines where the roses came

The cello sighs in a hollow stream

And the vinyl crackle holds the dream

Whisper my name through the cemetery air

Let the shadows gather

Let the silence stare

Under the moon

I'm alive in the black

With a gothic pulse

That pulls me back

No one calls but I still hear

A soft choir drifting near

Between the graves and the midnight shame

I wear the hush like a haunted ring

Whisper my name through the cemetery air

Let the shadows gather, let the silence stare

Under the moon, I'm alive and black

With a gothic pulse

That pulls me back