Lolitas in 1952
And i sat beside your grave on a
dark stormy night, cold and alone...
"For whom does the bells toll Mr. Poe"
Deep down I knew you wouldnt answer
(Even if you were alive today)
You would probably say that I already knew
I close my eyes
"Yes...Yes I do know"
It was not me who opened my eyes
I was not myself anymore
the turbulency of the bells ringing against my soul
Moaning and groaning and groaning and moaning
"The bells toll for you and me"
Like loving and losing your own Annabel Lee
And my manacles ring ring ring
like the bells you bring
I am a prisoner in a pocket
Jingling-jangling with skeletons and lockets
Trapped in the runic rhyming of time
Not trusting anymore the powers divine
I am trying...
I am escaping...