Lyrics
I'm still haunted by the beauty of it all.
The beauty and the tragedy.
And I'm still dragging rotten memories,
of buried pride and complacency.
I'm still wakened by something in my room,
that my dreams could not contain.
A perverse embodiment of guilt and regret,
that wants me to explain why I did nothing.
And if I go to the water will you meet me there x2
Why I let her pour out her rhetoric like wine,
we all consumed to numb the pain.
Why with all the power of my lungs and heart,
did I not end any discourse and scream at her to stop.
Buy my hands were tied by ignorance and fear,
and some sick and childish curiosity.
But christ if I could go back to that fucking room,
I'd lift her up and take her home with me.
And if I go to the water will you meet me there x4
I'm still haunted by the beauty of it all.
The beauty and the tragedy.
