Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste Lyrics - Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child - Norma Jean

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