The Blackout-Ligeia

The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen. So don＇t get your hopes up. This life＇s a contradiction, a typecast for hypocrisies, But you run the miles away only to sell yourself short. And I am the one who dreams of you. I dream of you, I still dream of you. Sirens fade from silence this is where the story ends. In a dream of truth they＇ll never find you. Yellow tape and empty chalk lines, that＇s all she wrote. Head first through a noose. I＇d she＇d a tear for you, but you＇re not even here. I scream your name for one last time. Can you hear me now? Can you feel me now? But I must move on I find reason for years of weakening disaster. So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache? There＇s no hope left for solace. I know, I know so I let go. This blackout begins to define this sorry moment. So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache? I let go of everything I loved. From all the bridge drops I leaver her crimson tide. There＇s no hope left for solace. I know, I know so I let go. This blackout begins.