crookedlines

he laid emeralds in her eyes oh but id already tried a bracelet made of gold a 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 lines but we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined we know not what it is like a dullen wine we ve poured into a drink we ve known before but never quite like this never quite like this and all ive got now is regret she follows like a silhouette with the cobblestone behind her she has nothing left to say except to innocently ask her voice as delicate as glass do you see me when we pass but i just i continue on my way - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste by norma jean, if you never heard it find it