Paroles de NecRomance

So it's late and there you are at the end of the room, Next to a photograph of you before Prozac pillows smothered you in their dark spring bloom- a downy sleep apnea for a waiting tomb. Take off that funeral dress, It isn't like you to overdress. Who are you trying to depress, When you know that I love you nonetheless? Your shroud of white lace and wisteria Makes dying in my arms anesthesia- Our capitulating hysteria. Into the hereafter: our dark utopia. Take off that funeral dress, Who are you trying to impress? In the absence of my caress Know that I love you nonetheless. All the décor gaudy like it's Christian Dior, But it's only you that I darkly adore. I'm Edgar Allan to your wilted Lenore. Un bel amour, allé à une belle mort! Take off that funeral dress, You know that it causes me distress. What do you want me to profess, When you know that I love you nonetheless? Take off that funeral dress, Who are you trying to impress? In the absence of my caress Know that I love you nonetheless.