Behind the House

One night I woke up crying in the lane behind the house

Clothes were wet and steaming by the time I figured it out

You didn't die in the fire, it was the flood that carried you from me

And the embers of your house still glowing

Make it hard to sleep

It's hard to breathe

There's not much room to go more crazy

A flaming sword above my head for all of you to see

Beware my girl, beware

Beware my girl, beware of these memories and what is real, what is real

I walk this world forever in a dream

Or is this the land of the living

Or is this your way to tell me that I couldn't save you

I couldn't save you