[00:27.38]i'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
[00:34.41]that actually existed just in your head
[00:41.49]your fingernails painted black or bloodred
[00:47.76]i forget
[00:50.74]and your fake-leather volumes
[00:53.17]jabbering on hell
[00:57.10]manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
[01:03.58]your eyes tried so hard to glitter
[01:10.45]a star-snuffing black
[01:12.79]so you opened your books
[01:16.08]and you opened your legs
[01:18.64]and so opened your heart
[01:23.13]and let in the badness
[01:26.91]you claimed as your friend
[01:38.38]with un-angels hovering
[01:41.23]like flies around the orchard
[01:44.75]that had covered your soul
[01:48.11]their empire increasing
[01:51.79]and your country deserted by your self
[01:59.98]the bells of st mary call us to remember
[02:06.59]that life is with end
[02:10.97]and the gestures can kill us
[02:14.31]moreover destroy
[02:18.39]and there is one judgment only
[02:25.35]your letters came daily
[02:28.26]in french or in german
[02:31.37]but they meant to me nothing
[02:34.38]i caught the slow chords
[02:37.77]and dry ice fogging your mind
[02:46.47]i see all too clearly now
[02:53.13]why you could be discarded
[02:57.89]and though i could pray for you
[03:01.76]i probably shan't
[03:05.44]having had my cup filled up
[03:10.11]with your lies and your make-up
[03:16.98]you were nothing
[03:19.27]thinking you're something
[03:28.69]and nonetheless i still write
[03:32.00]this gothic lovesong
[03:35.24]a sign to myself and the memory of my past
[03:41.56]i still write this gothic lovesong
[03:47.43]a sign to myselfa
[03:49.49]and the memory of my past
[03:54.26]and a way to shut out your face