From the recording The Haunting of Mary Shelley

Lyrics

Lashing out in anger, my soul is fractured fragments This haunted world is littered with the ghosts of the past Everywhere I turn there’s a part of me in all of them Eventide reflection sings the Hours of Sorrow Rejection They say we all need a tribe and I should know There’s so much of you in all of me You’d think I could never feel alone But I don’t fit I don’t fit Then sorrow shall follow behind me as my bridal train Even when you are kind and you reach into the light All that is happy and good recoil and run It’s a mystery I never understood Lashing out in anger, my soul is fractured fragments This haunted world is littered with the ghosts of the past Everywhere I turn there’s a part of me in all of them Eventide reflection sings the Hours of Sorrow