Pretty Widows

Seeeeeee the pretty widows

Cooooold as April's skies

Hoooooold their winter roses

Cloooooaked in nursery rhymes

And love is where you find it

And love is where you reach

And love is in the patterns

At her feet

So play her game of tarot

Hold her hair and hand

Fold her dress like petals

Turn the hanging man

And love is where you find it

And love is where you reach

And love is in the patterns

Same as verse

So cold the pretty widows

Clear as April's skies

Steal her winter roses

Sing her nursery rhymes

Nanananana

Nanananana

Nanananana

Oh the morning calls

And the morning calls

And the morning calls

And the morning calls