Soft white moonbeams
And lines of streetlight suns
Shine down upon
A hundred thousand rows
Of cold cobblestones
Lightly dusted with
Confectioners' snow
As haunted wind blows
Down in the alley
Up in the sky
Souls of those
Who've already died
Fly past the widowed
Count their regrets
Whisper cries
Of "Never Forget"
The gate gently creaks
As phantoms pass on through
Down to the yard
A sea of granite skulls
Break through the crest
Of crashing waves of white
The stars won't be bright
When haunted wind blows
Down in the alley
Up in the sky
Souls of those
Who've already died
Fly past the widowed
Count their regrets
Whisper cries
Of "Never Forget"
"Remember how...?
Remember when...?
Won't you just remember me?"