Текст песни Norma Jean — Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste
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 you're 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 I'd already tried a bracelt made of gold
And 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 lines
But 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 before
But 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.