He laid emeralds in her eyes But I'd already tried A bracelet made of gold And a scarlet thread around her wrist And everything was wrong So we sang sentimental songs Oh, how seldom we belong But how elegant our kiss And we painted crooked lines But we danced in perfect time To a love so much refined We know not what it is So like the dullen wine We pour into a grief we'd known before But never quite like this Never quite like this All I know now is regret She follows like a silhouette Of a cobblestone behind me She has nothing left to say Except to innocently ask Her voice delicate as glass "Do you see me when we pass?" But I I continue on my way
From Memphis Will be Laid to Waste by the Metalcore band Norma Jean
This is the work that speaks to me. These are the words that beg to be spoken.