The bats are in the belfry 

the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Running through the graveyard 

we laughed my friends and I 

we swore we'd be together 

until the day we died 

until the day we died 

I made a golden promise 

that we would never part 

I gave my love a locket 

and then I broke her heart 

and then I broke her heart 

TOM WAITS
(Barcelona. Auditori Forum. Dll. 14/07/2008)