Текст песни Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste
Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste слова песни
Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.In your tuxedo suit.I will give it a name.Lower your defenses.Lower your casket.Open the door and open your grave.Murder.Now youre doing the waltz with your murderer.Mediocrity is the killer.You find yourself helpless.Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away.He laid emeralds in her eyes,But Id already tried a bracelt made of goldAnd a scarlet thread around her wrist.Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs."oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss."We painted crooked linesBut danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know beforeBut never quite like this.All I know now is regret,It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us,But has nothing to say except to innocently ask,Its voice delicate as glass,"do you see me when we pass? "But I continue on my way.