She plays violin on her wrists Sinfully beautiful symphonies appear on her skin Like paper sheets her blood will flow With eyes determined on the price She watches the last bit of her soul seep out of her wounds A lonely sound escapes her lips The last lonely sound she'll ever make Now she's in a different place And replaced the violin for clouds
She was it Salvation at my finger tips Had I not lost my grip Maybe she would have stayed and sit But Shes floated away And that love went astray In his arms she returned Now my lesson was learned