Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

Waltz around the room With a glaze in your stare In your tuxedo suit I will give it a name Lower your defenses Or lower your casket Open the door Open your grave Murder Murder Murder Murder Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer Waltz around the room With a glaze in your stare In your tuxedo suit Give it a name Lower defenses Lower your casket Open the door Open your grave Mediocrity is the killer Mediocrity is the killer Mediocrity is the killer Mediocrity is the killer You find yourself helpless Crawl Christ is not a fashion, Fleeting away Fashion Fashion Fashion Fashion He laid emeralds in her eyes, Something I've already tried A bracelet 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... I shall continue on my way...