my blood, same as my heart run
shallow
robbed of life
that is you...

you are now transparent
like an old painting
you've lost your colour
but our story still fascinating

we were like a dance
a slow Decembers valse
long ghostly dress, black shoes
you were the night's muse
and i was your young moon

that night we were the sky
our slow steps echoing
through the halls of the dead
Versailles was once again theirs
but You were never mine.