Widow's Walk - The White Buffalo

Well, she goes walking at night

Up the stairs with her prayers into the moonlight

She’s floating like a fizzled out satellite

With no aim to her feet

And she gets lost in a fog

Pacing like a zombie on the widow’s walk

The wind it screams but the ghosts don’t talk

Her eyes glassed on the sea, singing

Aah…

Well, he goes walking at night

On the bow in the calm of the haunting light

Looks like the black of the water’s got an appetite

Calling him to the deep

He’s been talking in his sleep

Saying things in the morning that he can’t repeat

Dreams of death in a drowning epiphany

And he starts to weep, singing

Aah…

The sky explodes, the sea it roars, the crashing of the waves

The howling wind it stings his skin the blinding of the rain

Oh, he goes overboard

Towed into the grey

Face down he floats away

She goes walking at night

Up the stairs with her prayers into the moonlight

She’s floating like a fizzled out satellite

With no aim to her feet, singing

Aah…