Down Low

Listen to these takes from the dark;
A mistress stranded in the park,
Underneath the larch she's laying face down
On the ground without a sound,
Her causal shoes and straps are nowhere to be found
What's going down.
How can this be respectfully, but yes she's history,
So many things in this world that she'll never see.
But the mistress seems tight holding her purse to the right
Deep in the moonlight at night.
In the late night mist a dead cold body lays adrift,
Standing bold you stubble over now and take a whiff.
Fear comes inside your brain,
Feel the brain and the sane
Hair standing straight,
Tramadie goose bumps starts to drain.
Gently you reach out for the corpse
In the orpse, who can it be waiting,
Standing in remorse,
Could it be a victim stabbed by a knife in the night
Or a lonely lover or a suicided wife.
[Refrain: 2x]
I want you, I want you to know,
That there's a light, a light at the end of the road.
I'm frightened I'm scared and I don't know what to do,