Silent halls and empty room
A mirrored image I presume
It's you and I together growing old
This is what was meant to be
To weather these atrocities for you
But I'm forever growing cold
This is hell and hell is now
and now is where we're finding out.
the pseudonym for love is always pain
Yeah this is hell and this is now
To try to stand while falling down.
Your portrait of yourself will be her stain.
You gave to me what I will keep
And we'll share a view is now high in sleep.
And so lonely we are bound to be
when this bed is made for all who sleep
when this bed is made for all who sleep.
For all of this I'm losing you.
For all of this I'm losing you.
You gave to me what I will keep
and we'll share a view is now high in sleep.
And so lonely we are bound to be
when this bed is made for all who sleep
when this bed is made for all who sleep.