The Story We Used to Tell (feat. Britney Coleman & Victoria Huston-Elem)

There is a story we used to tell 'Bout the picture in the moonlight that we knew so well A house of grief photographed But Vi and I, how we laughed On that final night, we sat at her bed foot Old roommates together again She, a fresh new widow Me, I'd no way with men Her room, it was bookless, quiet and bare Except for that single picture there A picture of the old house Tall and dark against the sky There, in the new house I said, "Tell me all about it, Vi" She told the story we used to tell 'Bout her people and the old place, back when life was hell Granddad's right there, wand'ring daft (he's wand'ring daft) But Vi and I, we just laughed Vi had vanished when I woke the next morning No sign of my friend in her room Called her lawyer, called the police They guessed Vi had met her doom I couldn't take that, it didn't make sense Vi and I dreamed in the future tense I crawled into her bed Beneath the fat, lopsided moon The picture hung above me And that's when I could hear it Her tune She sang the story we used to tell (Ahh) So enraptured, she'd been captured by the picture's spell Vi trapped inside by a witch's craft (a witch's craft) Right through the frame came a draft I struck the glass But it pulled me in Inside the picture The old house was damp Then came her granddad All crusty, all camp Half-waltzing along With a glittering grin "Oh, just in time," he cried "For the ball to begin!" The ball The ball There were no musicians Just the old man and his hag They danced and shook like maniacs Calling Vi and I a drag He stabbed us with his icy hand Slobbering his one command "Dance!" "Dance!" So we danced And we danced Vi said she'd been there too many years Every night a ball, and choked, gasping tears The old ones were her people, stuck in the frame "I love you," I told her She said, "I'm sorry you came" That decided us, and we made a plan We had to be clever and quick Vi says she doesn't remember 'Cause, like me, it makes her sick Each with a pillow, we smothered the pair And buried them out back in the summer air We don't know if they're dead But we do know that they're gone And still we wait by the old front gate (still we wait for) For someone brave to see us out on the lawn Trapped in the story we used to tell (we used to tell) In the picture under moonlight that we knew so well Somewhere our graves are epitaphed (they're epitaphed) But Vi and I, we just laugh Forever Vi and I, we just laugh Haa Haa Haa