[00:27.69]I`m clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
[00:35.03]that actually existed just in your head
[00:41.93]your fingernails painted black
[00:46.09]or bloodred
[00:48.52]I forget
[00:51.80]And your fake-leather volumes
[00:54.48]jabbering on hell
[00:57.98]manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
[01:04.56]your eyes tried so hard to glitter
[01:11.21]A star-snuffing black
[01:14.01]so you opened your books
[01:17.75]and you opened your legs
[01:20.34]and so opened your heart
[01:24.73]and let in the badness
[01:28.98]you claimed
[01:30.60]as your friend
[01:36.05]with un-angels hovering
[01:38.59]like flies round the orchard
[01:42.97]that had covered your soul
[01:46.36]their empire increasing
[01:50.19]and your country
[01:52.56]deserted by yourself
[01:59.08]The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
[02:06.09]that life is with end
[02:11.08]and the gestures can kill us
[02:14.32]moreover destroy
[02:18.09]and there is one jugdement only
[02:23.76]Your letters came daily
[02:26.54]in French or in German
[02:29.86]but they meant to me nothing
[02:33.03]I caught the slow cords
[02:36.54]and dry ice fogging your mind
[02:45.43]I see all too clearly now
[02:52.09]why you could be discarded
[02:56.84]and though I could pray for you
[03:00.79]I probably shan`t
[03:04.17]having had my cup filled up
[03:09.15]with your lies
[03:10.75]and your makeup
[03:16.20]you were nothing
[03:18.15]thinking you`re something
[03:26.80]And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
[03:32.93]a sign to myself
[03:35.79]and the memory of my past
[03:39.97]I still write this gothic lovesong
[03:45.87]a sign to myself
[03:48.35]and the memory of my past
[03:52.82]and a way to shut out your face