Heart of winter, The battelfield's rusty from dogs blood Cold is a dance of December, How does it feel to be out on the waterfront For a change, Now that you know me by my first name _____ breathes out, Wish I would have known you when I was younger Most of my candles burned out There was no reason to suffer Cause I know you came unaware of the price Just a helpless thing, on the backs of the tide. On the back of the tide. On the back of the tide. Annabel Lee, Will you carry your grandfather clock to the gallows on Main Street Will you reveal your nature to me, Annabel Lee Annabel Lee, will you bury your prayers in your garden Abandon your children Will your replace your flowers with wings, Annabel Lee