Little girl in your rainbow dress,

So tattered and torn,

Is it cold in your grave tonight?

So far below the world.

And I wish I were there

Watching you go to where the dark things sleep

So far below the dreaming.

Looking so smart in your pressboard overcoat,

Sleeping the sleep

And dreaming the dreams of insanity,

Feeling that intimate kiss of things inside your skull.

Do you miss me in your decay?

Or is your new lover better,

Singing you to sleep with his frantic marches,

And his funeral dirges,

And giving you the cold lipless kiss of the grinning skull?

I miss you girl, like I miss breathing,

But they say there's no cure for that.

So I'll just leave you this flower,

And sing you a love song,

To keep you company,

In this forest of head stones.

Please don't cry.