STRANGELY BRIGHT
Words by Corrine Kenner
Music by Chris Davidson
Strangely bright against the tombstone
Lightning strikes on high
A tower falls a trumpet sounds
But your empty veins are dry
To sleep! The night is born
Awake! The twilight dies
Be still! The monster hears you
But your empty veins are dry
Strangely bright against the tombstone
Dead fingers start to pry
Don’t look! Their lust is growing
But your empty veins are dry
The bear the dog the hunter
Creep slowly through the sky
Shadows reach to kiss the moonlight
But your empty veins are dry
Strangely bright against the tombstone
Lonely spirits moan and sigh
They long to touch and hold you
But your empty veins are dry
The vampire can see you
There’s one thing left to try
Angels flee as wounds reopen
But your empty veins are dry
Strangely bright against the tombstone
His crumpled form now lies
No one warned him of the danger
But your empty veins are dry