Текст песни Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste - Bless The Matyr Album Version - Norma Jean

Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I'll give it a name.
Lower defenses.
I'll lower the casket.
Open the door.
Open the grave.
Murder.
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer...
Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I'll give it a name.
Lower defenses.
I'll lower the casket.
Open the door.
Open the grave.
Mediocrity is the killer.
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion
Fleeting away.
Fashion...
He laid emeralds in her eyes
Oh but I'd already tied.
A bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist.
And everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs.
Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss.
And we painted crooked lies
But we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour
Into a grief we know before but it's never quite like this.
Never quite like this.
All I know now is regret
She follows like a silhouette
Along the cobblestone behind me
But has nothing much left to
Say except to innocently ask
Her voice as delicate as glass
"Do you see me when we pass?"
But I... I continue on my way.