She said she hated Halloween
And didn't like the appearance of a chiseled nose
Just for it to erode on the way home
Hidden end-seam underneath
She was a model striking unfamiliar poses
Just trying to figure out her face
If I become a stone, will you still roll with me
A soul in search of clothes pacing tirelessly
Just like Halloween
Must be Halloween
What am I to me
How come these needles don't sew
I've forgotten how when thieves in the night get bored
And I'm all alone
If I become a store fighting withering walls
Or an artificial rose will you still grow with me
Just like Halloween
Must be Halloween
If I become a stone, will you still roll with me
A soul in search of clothes pacing tirelessly
Just like Halloween
Must be Halloween