Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare
In your tuxedo suit I'll give it a name Lower
Defenses I'll lower the casket Open the door
Open the grave Murder Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare
In your tuxedo suit I'll give it a name Lower
Defenses I'll lower the casket Open the door Open the grave
Mediocrity is the killer

You find yourself helpless Christ is not a fashion,
Fleeting away fashion

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh but I'd
Already tried a bracelet made of gold and scarlet
Thread around her wrist and everything was wrong so we
Sang sentimental songs Oh how seldom we belong but
How elegant our kiss and we painted crooked lies but we
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 we know before but it's never quite like this never quite like this
All I know now is regret, it follows like a silhouette
Along the cobblestone behind me, but has nothing to
Say except to innocently ask, a voice as delicate as
Glass, "Do you see me when we pass?" but I continue on
My way