High above the creaky staircase Hangs the painting on the wall In a house, long forgotten The painting's left to rot alone A lake so peaceful in the night time The moon's reflection shining bright A creeping shadow from the darkness Approaches the light The moon's reflection starts to whither From the wind that comes to life A lightning flash, distant thunder There she strolls, wanting to die...
This painting tells a story, A tragic death in the past No one knows when it happened, Or how it came to pass Every time the clock strikes midnight, The painting glows alive The secret that was once forgotten, Has come to show up in this light
The woman walks into the water, Slowly sinking into the depths There she stays beneath the surface No return, her mind is set The painting then begins to darken The wind slowly starts to calm down The water calms, a mournful sadness A vanished moon, the painting stands The secret once that was forgotten Is not her death, but why she drowned A failing marriage, a loved one's passing Or a madness... ending now
This painting tells a story, A tragic death in the past No one knows when it happened, Or how it came to pass Every time the clock strikes midnight, The painting glows alive The secret once that was forgotten, Has come to show up in this lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
