A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;
The waves has gouged out grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone...
Looking ahead he saw a bat,
The moon was shiny like a lighthouse keepers torch
,
Behind he heard a owl hoot,
The sea was going up and down,
He walked and walked,
The shells cracked,
He felt fear in his heart,
It was really strange... suddenly little white bones...