NO DEAD HERE

A midsummer pyre throwing sparkles in the air
I saw the face beyond the pale and raven black hair
Dancing in that smoky field so effortless and sound
I heard the clash of the swords as I prepared for battleground

I fought the temptation but could not find the will
so I ran out in disgust as there was nothing left to kill
I need to make the situation abundantly clear
The ground may be covered in blood but there's no dead in here

My black-hearted gypsy devil - the girl from the stars
Pierced my heart with arrows then left me here to rot
Guess I could never learn to feel if she was sane or not
If she was a queen or just a face for a mugshot

So where can I go from here? Who would take my call?
They're all reading too much to my songs, they analyze them all
But you would never go there! Why would you, my dear?
My hands are filled with scars and blood but there's no dead in here

The bookshelf is empty, the wardrobe is gone
There's nothing in this house now but some pictures she had drawn
About black eyes and bruises, some torture and a kill
She always saw the funny side, I hope she sees it still

And I could use some of that now 'cause I don't think it's fair
that I'd hook up with souls gone by but they don't want me there
The living stream toward me still, they see nothing to fear
Though this place's stench is of rotten flesh, there's no dead in here

I see our silhouettes, they're tattooed on these walls
Like an old odor that won't go when it's wanted here no more
We overstayed our welcome too, but how could we not?
if it wasn't for the neighbors we'd never had been caught

But those ten foot cells never were for you or I
It never was our nature to sit still and watch life go by
But if only I could silence these strange whispers that I hear
Crimson is the color of our love, but there's no dead in here

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