The color of her skin with yours in the gray light of evening.
Smells and wet of sex making leaves for a hard cleaning.
I ran to the car in a fit of tears.
How could someone not mine fill my worst fears?
I sobbed wrapped in the warm arms of cold leather.
Her name is Something Coma Heather. I drove that night into town.
The rain was falling indeed to drown.
The store's lights upon my reddened face.
I took out my license and he checked for the place.
It's hard to keep up with this unwinning race.
Then I left without purchase.
Instead I brought your favorite red dress.
Silent Hill...our special spot.
Wether you new it or not.
I drove and arrived at ten on the dot.
Meet me in silent hill...
I looked out to Toluca Lake.
I knew your love was always fake.
The metal at my temple...this headache.
Goodbye...meet me in Silent Hill.
I pulled it out and sang our song.
Remember the one about the little Japanese gong.
The trigger foot pulled loose and I sank into the depths. The fog around me so thick.
My heart began to tick.
And who is that ugly chick?
Meet me in Silent Hill...I left a note.
I could see how it was before...our little row boat.
The town smells like coal and desolation.
It is the ultimate abombanation.
I grew up here once.
You were always the class dunce. I love you.
Meet me...
I can see black and gray on the horizon.
My phone won't reach here..fuck Verizon.
But up here no one talks and no one stalks.
In Silent Hill.
The rain is harder now.
A metal thunk and I collapse into the darkness.
It's warm and wet.
Remember how the dinner was set.
Meet me in Silent Hill.
The paper said today about a girl's suicide. The boy laid beside of her died.
The city has begun to weather.
I believe the girl was Something Coma Heather.
They were at the Lakeside Hotel.
Or is it a motel?
I guess I won't see you in Silent Hill.
I'm on my way home, they said they found one more kill.
She was dressed in red with a gun wound to the head.