A killer comes. A killer goes. He walks into a killer’s home. And says, “Good night” to the moon. He has a killer’s house and car, Quite different than his old guitars. He’s slowly killing me But I do refuse to believe. A killer comes To her backdoor. He will not knock, But I’m not quite sure. He knows the bluebird sings. But I do refuse to believe. 编辑于2009/03/09更新