ALL INVITED Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes

The eyes of a young girl watched the dark sky full of star and wonder, she ponder,
As she remembers she forgot to turn off the devilishly hot oven, but to her dismay couldn't bother,
The dancer of the stars drop an eye on her, as she use a piece of paper and place it lower, 
And then it burnt as she faded into the night, now the Unicorn gets even closer,
Only to vanish in the ocean of colors and then, the young girl dance, dance and dance to find her lover
She slips and into the void she goes getting darker and darker,
And she appears in a forest she's never seen before;
Perplex, she wondered if one could find mushrooms there anymore,
And then what she can see as this magnificent door, 


Which she would enter one day, she swore.

I guess I'm starting:

They go to a place with no return,

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn.

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn.
In their graves the dead turn

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn.
In their graves the dead turn
Looking for a flashlight they burn

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn,
In their graves the dead turn,
Looking for a flashlight they burn,
In the silence of the night, darkness return, 

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn,
In their graves the dead turn,
Looking for a flashlight they burn,
In the silence of the night, darkness return, 
Patiently waiting for its turn,

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn,
In their graves the dead turn,
Looking for a flashlight they burn,
In the silence of the night, darkness return,
Patiently waiting for its turn,

The ashes, moving in their urns, 

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn,
In their graves the dead turn,
Looking for a flashlight they burn,
In the silence of the night, darkness return,
Patiently waiting for its turn,
The ashes, moving in their urns,
Light and freedom they yearn,

They go to a place with no return,
In this place where souls adjourn,
In their graves the dead turn,
Looking for a flashlight they burn,
In the silence of the night, darkness return,
Patiently waiting for its turn,
The ashes, moving in their urns,
Light and freedom they yearn,

Then they stumble upon a magic churn,