It was, I think, the day of the dead
when we met in the lemondrop sky
whispering the nothings friends whisper
when all the rest just sigh

The dead, they were adoring,
the living cold as hell
and we were friends forever
although we dare not tell.

It was, I think, the day of the dead
when we slipped the chains of hope
Marionettes and puzzled thoughts
regrets all strung on rope

The dead, they were all laughing
the living sobbed and wept
and we were friends forever
and every promise kept

It was, I think, the day of the dead
when we screamed the lies too loud
a harried horror of hoary hell
and we both seemed too proud

The dead, they were aghast
the living ran to hide
and we were friends forever
this can’t be denied.

It was, I think, the day of the dead
when the picnic turned to dust
a hungry hapless melody
of two friends bound in trust

The dead, they were all sleeping
the living dreamt awake
and we were friends forever
words that can not break

It was, I think, the day of the dead
when the grass turned brown and dry
a hellacious howl of winter
wrapped in one silent sigh

The dead, they were adoring
the living never know
and we are friends forever
where ever we might go.