In motion she swipes past your face 
With a blur that bleeds into one 
Embellish her with sight and sound 
The stylish way to make someone 
You love hit the ground 
She swept me off my feet this time 
Pray, says the needle to the thread 
This is the perfect sound 
And where we both collide 
Pray, says the choir to the symphony 
Strike up the sound  [bad word] through our veins 
Like martyrs who take their lives 
In the sacrifice for the ones that they love 
I’m vulnerable, I’m spread out 
And I’m facing the blade 
Until our curves melt into one 
I have to make these words 
Carry after I’m gone 
Her pictures line upon the shelf 
The portrait smiles back around 
Embrace, if I held her up to the light 
What would I find out about 
Expose, so reveals the secrets 
Of my vixen in the scarlet dress 
[bad word] full circle 
I guess we lost the war 
They said we’d last forever 
When we both collide 
In silhouettes they see themselves 
Like floating sheets from which they laid 
The ghost shape takes form from who we are