[00:27.69]I'm clicking your fingers, for a gothic twilight,[00:35.03]that actually existed just in your head[00:41.93]your fingernails painted black[00:46.09]or bloodred[00:48.52]I forget[00:51.80]And your fake-leather volumes[00:54.48]jabbering on hell[00:57.98]manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail[01:04.56]your eyes tried so hard to glitter[01:11.21]A star-snuffing black[01:14.01]so you opened your books[01:17.75]and you opened your legs[01:20.34]and so opened your heart[01:24.73]and let in the badness[01:28.98]you claimed[01:30.60]as your friend[01:36.05]with un-angels hovering[01:38.59]like flies round the orchard[01:42.97]that had covered your soul[01:46.36]their empire increasing[01:50.19]and your country[01:52.56]deserted by yourself[01:59.08]The bells of St. Mary call us to remember[02:06.09]that life is with end[02:11.08]and the gestures can kill us[02:14.32]moreover destroy[02:18.09]and there is one jugdement only[02:23.76]Your letters came daily[02:26.54]in French or in German[02:29.86]but they meant to me nothing[02:33.03]I caught the slow cords[02:36.54]and dry ice fogging your mind[02:45.43]I see all too clearly now[02:52.09]why you could be discarded[02:56.84]and though I could pray for you[03:00.79]I probably shan`t[03:04.17]having had my cup filled up[03:09.15]with your lies[03:10.75]and your makeup[03:16.20]you were nothing[03:18.15]thinking you`re something[03:26.80]And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong[03:32.93]a sign to myself[03:35.79]and the memory of my past[03:39.97]I still write this gothic lovesong[03:45.87]a sign to myself[03:48.35]and the memory of my past[03:52.82]and a way to shut out your face