Morning sun at Augusta Apathetic soulless drones It is a facade that they propose I am wilting as a lonely Amber rose Be happy you have a hand to hold A hand to hold In servitude many walk alone Walk alone As lost souls Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo Underneath the amber moon There is a shadow here That lingers in my night terrors This city was built upon a burial ground Some days we're dressed in noir Looking like it's a funeral She spins her ring on her wedding finger band Now she's all dressed in white Would you ever become my bleak bride Run with me out of this ghost town