| That time was crystalline. |
| Was polished and refined
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| Inside our house the windows gently opened wide
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| Spirited curtains danced a waltz, and whipped he breeze
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| But now I wake and there is no one here but me. |
| And this…
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| Blood on her gown. |
| I have tried so hard to draw the horror out
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| I’ve tried. |
| Oh I’ve tried. |
| But the crimson stains are loyal and devout
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| Your last words they shut me out with mocking pride
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| So I cut the lock of your heart to come inside
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| Be it knife or song, don’t doubt me wrong
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| My hands will feel the warmth that once was inside my little gushing bride
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| Blood on her gown. |
| Oh this night is ruined. |
| I have torn it down
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| Oh I’ve tried. |
| Lord, I’ve tried to dissolve the horror deep into a drown
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| Your last words they shut me out with mocking pride
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| So I cut the lock of your heart to come inside
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| Be it knife or song, don’t doubt me wrong
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| My hands will feel the warmth that once was inside my little gushing bride
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| For once the sound of sparrows sealed the empty space
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| For once a human form brought something else than rage
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| For once my teeth did not draw blood so they could smile
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| For once my hands did hold instead of lashing out
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| But you took it all away. |
| Yeah, you took it all away
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| Blood on her gown. |
| I have tried so hard to draw the horror out
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| Oh I’ve tired and I’ve tried to engender restoration of the white
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| But as night proceeds her solvent rain it’s so clear to me
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| This stain can never be, this stain will never be washed away |