From A Haunted Mind

based on "The Haunted Mind" by Nathaniel Hawthorne

In every heart, there's a tomb and a dungeon
With music, we may forget their existence
But often at midnight, the doors are wide open
And a funeral train comes out

My present nightmares make me want to raid the medicine cabinet

I started from slumber and suddenly saw them
Standing around my bed in the darkness
Their fingers touching the sore place in my heart
Devils of guilt and shame

Here's a spectre from a haunted mind: A love long dead, robed in red

Waiting for redemption
Trying to find a way I would never go
Waiting for redemption
Like a crucifix that's thrown into the snow

I sink down and bury my head in the pillows -
O if I could be in bed for a lifetime! -
But shudder to think of the dead in their coffins
Lying in their cold shrouds

Waiting for redemption
Trying to find a way I would never go
Waiting for redemption
Like a crucifix that's thrown into the snow
Like a crucifix that's thrown into the snow
The entrance of the soul to its eternal home