You had such grace in the end.
(You had such grace...)
I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were
(I wish I could remember... your eyes were...)
but every time I looked at you my mind went blank.
You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of the world.
(Jubella... you claimed to be the one... who would bring down the stars
But as of yet I've seen nothing)
The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good,
"not with a band but a whimper."
What would you do?
Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing.
You had such grace in the end.
(You had such grace...)
I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were
(In the end... In the end...)
but every time I looked at you my mind went blank.
The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good,
"not with a band but a whimper."
What would you do?
Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing.
