All

the

lone-

li-

ness

we

felt

oh

the

fee-

ling

Cast

a

bur-

den

ov-

er-

head,

across

the

cei-

ling

And

the

phan-

tom

al-

ways

waits,

for

the

mid-

night

Holds

the

dream-

er

in

his

hands,

sha-

dows

his

eye

Through

the

au-

burn

streets

of

leaves,

I'm

sur-

rounded

De-

vils

dance

up

in

the

trees,

to

keep

me

ground-

ed

De-

sert

sun

and

sweet

fires

burn,

through

the

eve-

ning

As

this

train

tears

down

the

tracks,

I

am

leav-

ing

She

is

wait-

ing

by

the

bay,

through

the

clear-

ing

Hide

in

wait

to

find

her

face...

dis-

a-

ppear-

ing

Far

a-

cross

the

burn-

ing

land,

I

re-

mem-

ber

Fro-

zen

in

Oc-

to-

ber

sun,

comes

Nov-

em-

ber