[00:27.38]i'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
[00:34.41]that actually existed just in your head
[00:41.49]your fingernails painted black or bloodred
[00:47.76]i forget
[00:50.74]and your fake-leather volumes
[00:53.17]jabbering on hell
[00:57.10]manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
[01:03.58]your eyes tried so hard to glitter
[01:10.45]a star-snuffing black
[01:12.79]so you opened your books
[01:16.08]and you opened your legs
[01:18.64]and so opened your heart
[01:23.13]and let in the badness
[01:26.91]you claimed as your friend
[01:38.38]with un-angels hovering
[01:41.23]like flies around the orchard
[01:44.75]that had covered your soul
[01:48.11]their empire increasing
[01:51.79]and your country deserted by your self
[01:59.98]the bells of st mary call us to remember
[02:06.59]that life is with end
[02:10.97]and the gestures can kill us
[02:14.31]moreover destroy
[02:18.39]and there is one judgment only
[02:25.35]your letters came daily
[02:28.26]in french or in german
[02:31.37]but they meant to me nothing
[02:34.38]i caught the slow chords
[02:37.77]and dry ice fogging your mind
[02:46.47]i see all too clearly now
[02:53.13]why you could be discarded
[02:57.89]and though i could pray for you
[03:01.76]i probably shan't
[03:05.44]having had my cup filled up
[03:10.11]with your lies and your make-up
[03:16.98]you were nothing
[03:19.27]thinking you're something
[03:28.69]and nonetheless i still write
[03:32.00]this gothic lovesong
[03:35.24]a sign to myself and the memory of my past
[03:41.56]i still write this gothic lovesong
[03:47.43]a sign to myselfa
[03:49.49]and the memory of my past
[03:54.26]and a way to shut out your face

i'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
that actually existed just in your head
your fingernails painted black or bloodred
i forget
and your fake-leather volumes
jabbering on hell
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
a star-snuffing black
so you opened your books
and you opened your legs
and so opened your heart
and let in the badness
you claimed as your friend
with un-angels hovering
like flies around the orchard
that had covered your soul
their empire increasing
and your country deserted by your self
the bells of st mary call us to remember
that life is with end
and the gestures can kill us
moreover destroy
and there is one judgment only
your letters came daily
in french or in german
but they meant to me nothing
i caught the slow chords
and dry ice fogging your mind
i see all too clearly now
why you could be discarded
and though i could pray for you
i probably shan't
having had my cup filled up
with your lies and your make-up
you were nothing
thinking you're something
and nonetheless i still write
this gothic lovesong
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
i still write this gothic lovesong
a sign to myselfa
and the memory of my past
and a way to shut out your face