Tell them it was him
Tell them it was all a mistake
Show them something from your purse
And say that he gave it to you
Describe her face and the touch of her hand
Sing about places you stood together
Where your footprints have never been
And how the memories still burn in your soul
Dance the long-lived grudge against them
For reasons no one can quite remember
Paint it all with red and black
Mount your words on pikes
And your voice from the wires
And leave behind a Daguerreotype
That hangs suspended in the air
When you're gone
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
Tell them it was him
Tell them it was all a mistake
Show them something from your purse
And say that he gave it to you
Describe her face and the touch of her hand
Sing about places you stood together
Where your footprints have never been
And how the memories still burn in your soul
Dance the long-lived grudge against them
For reasons no one can quite remember
Paint it all with red and black
Mount your words on pikes
And your voice from the wires
And leave behind a Daguerreotype
That hangs suspended in the air
When you're gone
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