Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste (Lyrics)

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 Murder Murder Murder Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer 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, fashion, fashion! He laid emeralds in her eyes, Oh 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 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'd known before but never quite like this, Never quite like this. All I know now is regret, She follows like a silhouette On the cobblestone behind me, But 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.