into romantic speculations
Flowers of red begin to bloom on the
White sheets in her room.
Our lifeless bodies
Lying there rotting for all of time.
This morning I woke up
I rubbed my eyes and I
Took a quick glance around the room
And saw what happened here last night.
There was blood on the walls
And the sheets smelled like sweat and sex
We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife
And the mockingbird with the blood.
Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday's a bone palace ballet.
(Star crossed lovers obsess
Alluring dreams of touching starry skies
I'll love you until my last breath)
You keep tugging on my shirt
Just to pull me closer
One single step at a time
Your skin against mine
I can just feel you wondering
Fit to be tied.
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces,
We turn ourselves inside out.
Expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking...
I tell myself
You keep pulling.
You keep pulling.
I could spend forever with you,
But that's the last thing that would make you happy.
You want to spend forever alone.