Three men standing at the door
A wicked chill is rising up from the floor
A shadow disappearing into a circle in my brain
My bags are packed and I've locked the shed
The flowers through the walkway for a week now dead
I see a purple veil falling from the west through the window pane
Don't forget about us
Don't forget about us
Fifteen steps rising to my room
A family name carved into an old heirloom
There's something on my heels not letting me get away
Past the throne where I once ruled
Twenty three years end in ridicule
All my treasures loaded up on the dray
Don't forget about us
Don't forget about us
One more trip to the dungeon below
Where empty pipes drip their final flow
and levers are thrown, with a grunt and groan
she dies
The tree we planted from paradise
Will soon be covered in snow and ice
Shiawassee lies waiting for her goodbyes
Don't forget about us
Don't forget about us
