Graves Beyond Windows

Down, down the grey wall
To gaze upon the graves beyond the windows

Yes it was, mesmerizing
Oh like a wound or a star

A burning girl on the hood of a car
Mysterious blood on my guitar
Yes you are, mesmerizing
Oh like a wound or a star

Mesmerizing
Mesmerizing

That wound, that star
Got to get up had to see where you are
That wound, that star
She keeps her madness in that jar
That wound, that star
Got to get up, got to get up high
That wound, that star
She keeps her madness in that jar

Mesmerizing
Like a wound or a star