disco

After all this time, these lyrics still have the power to give me chills...

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
but I'd already tied
a bracelet made of gold
and 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
until like a dullen wine we pour
into a grief we've known before
but never quite like this...
Never quite like this...
And all I know now is regret,
she follows like a silhouette
along the cobblestone behind me,
and she has nothing much to say
except to innocently ask,
her voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but I continue on my way.


If only I had a big enough space left on my body, I would get them inked in a heartbeat.