What can I say to your empty lips
Blue promises with sugar queens
And you serenaded me with golden glory
Captivating places I had never been
Holding the pool in the palm of your hand
Tears that reigned my devotion to you
And you are still bleeding, there is no solace
In the breaking silence of some other truth
Within the arms of onyx sentinals
The candles play nervous along the walls
But this is your ceremony, your final communion
As you murmur the words of my dying confession
The air has drawn still as we face each other
Our desire, our hopes, our wanting to be
Our faces pale as we destroy one another
A stranger we are and stranger are we