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