Gina Jones

This is the ballad of Gina Jones And how the dark became her home If you listen to the wind You'll hear her cry Pale, white, allergic to the light Couldn't tell her day from night The curtains were closed To the world outside This is the ballad of Gina Jones As sad a tale as we're ever told This is the ballad of Gina Jones One day I walked an old school lane Passed the headstone but never caught the name At the end of the way Stood the abandoned house 15 crows perched on the gate I turned the handle of twisted fate And crept inside Quiet as a mouse This is the ballad of Gina Jones As sad a tale as we're ever told This is the ballad of Gina Jones I pushed my hands out into the dark She must have heard the beating of my heart A voice called out "My name's Gina Jones" I've read about you and now I see You have come to set me free Kiss me on the lips No one will know This is the ballad of Gina Jones As sad a tale as we're ever told This is the ballad of Gina Jones Our lips met in the blackened room She said I had unsealed her doom But the time had come For me to go Out the door and down the lane I never heard her voice again And the name on the headstone Was Gina Jones