Annabel Lee / The Bells
Lou Reed
Annabel Lee:
Let the burial rite begin
The funeral song be sung
An anthem for the queenliest dead
That ever died so young
Sweet Lenore has gone before
Taking hope that flew beside
Leaving instead the wild dead child
That should have been your bride
It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
She was a child and you were a child
In the kingdom by the sea
But the moon never beams
The stars never rise
No angels envy thee
For Ligeia rests dead
With three winged seraphs
In this kingdom by the sea
Wedded darkly
Soul to soul
You shrink in size
Down to a mole
And disappear into the hole
Of the dark mind's imaginings
Shrinking
Shrinking
Shrinking