Pin Oaks Songtext
von Johanna Warren

You knocked and I let you in
Unlocked the door, let you under my skin
But hate lay like a snake in the grass
Waiting to strike at our heels as we passed


She kept the key to my darkroom
She left and warped the weft of my loom
I saw hordes of gray eyes and dark, hungry mouths
Lord knows what they were mumbling about

I lost hold of the rail I was grasping
Ghostly pale, quaking like an aspen
Now this thick rope encircles my neck
Whispered, "I hope you′re quick to forget"

Grief warms the back of your throat
Greedy wind snatches at your threadbare coat
Pin oaks and old rusty nails
Pinafores rustle and fill like sails