We walked for days and stopped at every fallen tree And hopped along the stones to cross the raging stream Cupping our hands to drink the water in-between I felt the pulsing rushing blood through all my being Fall festivals and endless purgatory dreams We followed worn-out paths of orange-yellow leaves I'm afraid that if I blink again they'll turn to green So the mansion stared back with no front door I could see I walked for days through rooms that went on endlessly And noticed candles lighting dining table seats Under every chandelier the music haunted me I heard the mansion tell me this is where I'm supposed to be