Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare In your tuxedo suit I will give it a name Lower your defenses Lower your casket Open the door and open your grave Murder Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer Mediocrity is the killer You find yourself helpless Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away He laid emeralds in her eyes But I'd already tried a bracelt made of gold And a scarlet thread around her wrist Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs "Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." We painted crooked lines But 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 know Before But never quite like this All I know now is regret It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us But has nothing to say except to innocently ask Its voice delicate as gla*s "Do you see me when we pa*s? " But I continue on my way