Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare

In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name

Lower defenses. I'll lower the casket

Open the door. Open the grave

Murder

Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer

Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare

In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name

Lower defenses. I'll lower the casket

Open the door. Open the grave

Mediocrity is the killer

Mediocrity, is the killer

Mediocrity is the killer

Mediocrity, is the killer

You find yourself helpless

Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away

Fashion

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh but I'd already tried

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 lies, 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 know before

But it's never quite like this. Never quite like this

All I know now is regret it follows like a silhouette

Along the cobblestone behind me, but has nothing to say

Except to innocently ask, a voice as delicate as glass

Do you see me when we pass? But I continue on my way