Dark-haired Man (another from the tombs)

You're swinging from the hanging tree

A million moths gnawing at the rope

And the dark-haired man with the talisman

Wants to ask you out

When you opened up the urn

And let the ashes scatter

Time had passed and you were numb

Now you curse the empty vase

And bitterness dances on your tongue

He couldn't free you if he tried

Your heart will be your own demise

Those you lost are fading

The dark-haired man is waiting

You're losing time

The insects flee

Love yourself

Set yourself free

Cut yourself down

From the hanging tree.