Gina Jones

This is the ballad of Gina Jones
And how the dark became her home
If you listen to the wind
You'll hear her cry
Pale, white, allergic to the light
Couldn't tell her day from night
The curtains were closed
To the world outside

This is the ballad of Gina Jones
As sad a tale as we're ever told
This is the ballad of Gina Jones

One day I walked an old school lane
Passed the headstone but never caught the name
At the end of the way
Stood the abandoned house
15 crows perched on the gate
I turned the handle of twisted fate
And crept inside
Quiet as a mouse

This is the ballad of Gina Jones
As sad a tale as we're ever told
This is the ballad of Gina Jones

I pushed my hands out into the dark
She must have heard the beating of my heart
A voice called out
"My name's Gina Jones"
I've read about you and now I see
You have come to set me free
Kiss me on the lips
No one will know

This is the ballad of Gina Jones
As sad a tale as we're ever told
This is the ballad of Gina Jones

Our lips met in the blackened room
She said I had unsealed her doom
But the time had come
For me to go
Out the door and down the lane
I never heard her voice again
And the name on the headstone
Was Gina Jones