Paroles de Secrets Of Wysteria

Little gracie Found a strange house A place to play Just past all the trees Swift sharp needles Do spot his face Before he feeds On the sheep's white fleece Phantasmagorical Willows of Wysteria A memorial A crescendo Of hysteria Little children Went astray In the sunny soil beneath Wriggling worms in disarray Hear them laughing underneath Counting Ten, nine, zero fingers Won't you come and play The gray man's game Move quick Be an Artful dodger When the cleavers Start swishing in flames Phantasmagorical Willows of Wysteria A memorial A crescendo Of hysteria Little children Went astray In the sunny Soil beneath Wiggling worms in disarray Hear them laughing underneath