Spotless Paroles

All bled through I am
Clothing on your wound
Pushed aside
Revealing you the new, clean, fresh bride
Your mother drew
On that carpet
You never moved a thread
Where you’d sit
I thought that you were dead once

Dressed up at home
Weather’s damp and warm, but no
I won’t perform your Rite of Spring
I’m not dancing up to death with a diamond ring Lord
Pressed down like stone
I feel you cool and dry, but no
I won’t perform your Rite of Spring
I’m not dancing up to death with a diamond ring Lord

Dim shines and all your shy parades Look in the eye

All your plans set
Like fires in the buildings we left
I wanted you to smile, touch, feel
Like we never met
On that carpet
You’d never move a thread
When you’d sit
I found out you were dead once

Now I see it