Midnight Lanterns at Blackwood Lane

Walking down Blackwood Lane

Where the lanterns start to fade

Every step is soft and null

Like the night is homemade

Whispers slip between the trees

Curling like a secret spell

I follow them through crooked gates

Where all dark stories dwell

Shadows lean, the moonlight blinks

A signal in the air

I hear my name and cycle in

That nobody is there

Under silky green lint and light

I chase the whispers tonight

Fear the mist and the silver hush

I'm drawn to a wet, sour sight

Every lock has got a key

Every fear a melody

And the dark is not so dark

When it sinks back kindly

To me

At the chapel fence I stop

And the fog begins to grin

A little ghost with glowing eyes

Folds out to guide me in

He touches back, he bows to me

Then laughs a windy tune

A friendly chill runs up my spine

Beneath the paper moon

He shows me where the secrets hide in jars along the wall

Says every haunted heart can learn to dance before it falls

Under thicker green mountain light

I chase the whispers tonight

And you stand a silver hush

I'm drawn to what's out of sight

Every lock has got a key, every fear a melody

And the dark is not so dark when it sneaks back kindly to me

He spin to the graveyard, leaves one laugh against the cold

He hands me back a missing note, I thought the night had stole

Now a flat-clood vein feels less like loss, more like a story told

With a ghost beside my footsteps and a courage made of gold

Under flickering lantern light

I chase the whispers tonight

With a listen, a silver hush

I'm drawn to what's out of sight

Every lock is not a key, every fear a melody

And the dark is not so dark when it sings back kindly to me