Statue Lovers
I drape myself
silken over your stone
Cool autumn wind
circles down
from city night lights
to rest in a wooded park
where we become statues
in the dark
Passers can't make us out
We're just a little out of sight
I drape myself
silken over your stone
Cool autumn wind
circles down
from city night lights
to rest in a wooded park
where we become statues
in the dark
Passers can't make us out
We're just a little out of sight