Texty: Tori Amos. Other. Graveyard.
Here... I said,
Don't even let this go, and it's, hey... to that old man.
I'm coming in the graveyard with my little tune.
It's June, I said. She's gone, but I'm alive, I'm alive.
I'm coming in the graveyard to sing you to sleep... now...
Amos, Tori
Amos, Tori