School bell sounds   We're set to go   Back to your house   With a fireplace glow   Trudging through snow, now   Two feet of fire   To get to your house   With a backyard fence      The power's out   The power's out   And ice is forming   Above our heads   The crackling sound    Of the freezing rain   Is enough to drive us   Both insane.      So our plans are gone   And you fall asleep   Telling ghost stories   While your flowers weep.   So our plans are gone   And you fall asleep   Telling ghost stories   While your flowers weep.      (one, two, three, four)      Oh yet another blank sheet   We meet again   Each time I carve into your skin   Digging deeper   For some internal meaning   Or combustion.