Waltzka
Copyright © 1985 John Ziegler

Close all the shutters we're ready to leave
Oh no I don't think I can
Open the door cause we really must leave
Oh no let me stay awhile

Turn back the clock it will do you no good
Why why is it so hard
Turn back no more you've done all that you could
All my world seems a lie

Is she really gone
Only from your heart
When will she be back
Perhaps with your last breath
Did you hear what's that
There's a bustle in your house
Oh what does it mean
It's the morning after death

Close all the shutters we're ready to leave
Oh no I don't think I can
Open the door cause we really must leave
Oh no let me stay awhile