[00:23.640]I'm clicking your fingers
[00:26.325]for a gothic twilight
[00:30.049]that actually existed
[00:33.064]just in your head
[00:35.928]your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget
[00:47.261]and your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell
[00:54.012]manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
[01:00.179]your eyes tried so hard to glitter
[01:05.552]a star-snuffing black so you opened your books
[01:11.614]and you opened your legs and so opened your heart
[01:19.349]and let in the badness you claimed as your friend
[01:29.421]with un-angels hovering like flies around the orchard
[01:35.555]that had covered your soul their empire increasing
[01:42.364]and your country deserted by your self
[01:51.739]the bells of st. mary call us to remember
[01:58.882]that life is with end
[02:01.635]and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy
[02:10.527]and there is one judgment only
[02:16.198]your letters came daily in french or in german
[02:22.203]but they meant to me nothing i caught the slow chords
[02:29.048]and dry ice fogging your mind
[02:38.086]i see all too clearly now why you could be discarded
[02:50.525]and though i could pray for you i probably shan't
[02:56.431]having had my cup filled up with your lies and your make-up
[03:07.812]you were nothing thinking you're something
[03:20.013]and nonetheless i still write this gothic love song
[03:27.360]a sign to myself and the memory of my past
[03:41.353]i still write this gothic love song
[03:45.954]a sign to myself and the memory of my past
[03:53.752]and a way to shut out your face
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