Empire! Empire! (i Was A Lonely Estate)
I Would Have Stolen You a Whole Orchestra
You carry all your weight tightly stretched across your faceLike evidence or proof that everything aged youI measured steady breathsAfraid of truth or of being rebuked"What horrible things cling to you?"I did not expect to get an answer at allOr for you to let your guard downBut either a ghost or a sigh escaped youYour color fled, though your resistance would not be movedYou said, "though you were given so much, little remainsLike a wound that will never healAll that's left is to wait"
From Letras Mania