Night Springs

The trees are whispering strange old names

Shadows dance in crooked frames

A flicker a chill something unseen

The air is thick like a waking dream

Turn the corner it’s just a blur

Eyes like static they start to stir

You're entering the weird of Night Springs

Where nothing is what it seems

Twisted roads and broken strings

You’re caught inside their schemes

A clock that ticks but swallows time

Echoes stretch and break the rhyme

Your breath is loud the silence louder

The moon above a flickering shroud her

Do you run or do you stay

The ground beneath might slip away

Questions burn like endless rings

In the weird of Night Springs

You're entering the weird of Night Springs

Where nothing is what it seems

Twisted roads and broken strings

You’re caught inside their schemes