Hanged man was the card I drew
But it did not seem quite right
Piano wire cut her neck in two
I was crying all through the night

And she's in the sod
And I live in her house of God

Burnt her clothes and I pawned her teeth
But I did not feel alone
In the attic, found a ouija beneath
Set of letters and a heart-shaped stone

And she's in the sod
And I live in her house of God

Heart-shaped stone, oh, heart-shaped stone
Sliding across the floor
Lead me to a room I know
Lead me to your door

And she's in the sod
And I live in her house of God

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): GANESH SESHADRI, LESTER SQUARE